What makes Iago evil? Some people ask. I never ask.

Had my credentials been in order I would never have become a writer. Had I been blessed with even limited access to my own mind there would have been no reason to write. I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

To shift the structure of a sentence alters the meaning of that sentence, as definitely and inflexibly as the position of a camera alters the meaning of the object photographed.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Only the dying man can tell how much time he has left.

We all have the same dreams.

To have that sense of one's intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything.