- Growth has its season. There are spring and summer, but there are also fall and winter. And then spring and summer again. As long as the roots are not severed, all is well and all be well.

Chance was to work in the garden, where he would care for plants and grasses and trees which grew there peacefully. He would be as one on them: quiet, open hearted in the sunshine and heavy when it rained.

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity

I was pushing myself to extremes in order to discover my many selves.

I don't fret over lost time - I can always use the situations in a novel.

Gatherings and, simultaneously, loneliness are the conditions of a writer's life.

I am inspired by human sexuality. The act itself is mechanical and holds little interest to me.