I do have trouble with titles.

Success and money can really be quite blinding.

I've never felt influenced by Ernest Hemingway though I suppose there is something inevitable there.

That's my only defense against this world: to build a sentence out of it.

There is a neurologist, a woman over at Harvard who wanted me to come talk to them, and in France I have a lot of readers in the sciences. I can't tell you why.

I did not want to live out my life in the strenuous effort to hold a ghost world together. It was plain as the stars that time herself moved in grand tidal sweeps rather than the tick-tocks we suffocate within, and that I must reshape myself to fully inhabit the earth rather than dawdle in the sump of my foibles.

I'd rather get a brain tumor than go back to teaching.