Of course, you always think about how it will be read. I always aim for a reading in one sitting.

If we do not respect ourselves, we are on the one hand forced to despise those who have so few resources as to consort with us, so little perception as to remain blind to our fatal weaknesses. On the other, we are peculiarly in thrall to everyone we see, curiously determined to live out — since our self-image is untenable — their false notions of us… We play roles doomed to failure before they are begun, each defeat generating fresh despair at the urgency of divining and meeting the next demand made upon us.

Why do you always have to be right. Why do you always have to have the last word. For once in your life just let it go.

The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it

Everything goes. I am working very hard at not thinking about how everything goes.

Was there ever in anyone's life span a point free in time, devoid of memory, a night when choice was any more than the sum of all the choices gone before?

I always want everything read in one sitting. If they can't read it in one sitting, you're going to lose the rhythm of it. You're going to lose the shape of it.