I'd say writing is easier for me now than it once was, but I do less of it.

Different times and different structures make more sense at one point in life than at another.

The old man began to sing. His voice was very lovely and obviously a part of something that the world had disposed of in its haste, evidence of a grander, kinder past.

I begin with an image of some sort, just as if you saw something out of a window, and then went to the window to see what it was.

…There are times when something is asked of us, and we find we must do it. There is no calculation involved, no measure of the necessity of the thing itself, the action that must be performed. There is simply an acknowledgment that we will do the thing in question, and then the thing is done, often at considerable personal cost. " "What goes into these decisions? What tiny factors, invisible, in the jutting edges of personality and circumstance, contribute to this inevitability?

I like small books. I like durable books. I like plain books. I like small type and thin pages.

I'm confused, and brilliant books help me to be less so.