I lead a very conventional life.

There was a level on which I believed that what had happened remained reversible

Writing is always a way, for me, of coming to some sort of understanding that I can't reach otherwise.It forces you to think. It forces you to work the thing through. Nothing comes to us out of the blue, very easily.

In the early years, you fight because you don't understand each other. In the later years, you fight because you do.

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

I know what "nothing" means, and keep on playing.

The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it, useful only accidentally, only secondarily, in the way that any compulsion tries to justify itself. I suppose that it begins or does not begin in the cradle.