She seemed to belong to that pagan, primitive kingdom of birds and forests where everything was infinitely abundant, wild, blooming, and royal in its perpetual decay, death, and rebirth; illicit and clashing with the human world.

I collect human relationships very much the way others collect fine art.

Persons who have been homeless carry within them a certain philosophy of life which makes them apprehensive about ownership.

You don't die in the United States, you underachieve.

I am curious about grownups, not children.

I do not gather things, I prefer to rent them rather than to possess them.

I suppress in my prose any language which calls attention to itself.