It's magical thinking to imagine that the reason unspeakable things are being perpetrated by younger and younger people is that they've fallen under the influence of seductive, lascivious, prurient, and violent material in books, films, television. A great deal of this type of censorship has to do with absolving parents of responsibility - parents who just plop their kids in front of the television and leave them there hour upon hour.

It's my experience that very few writers, young or old, are really seeking advice when they give out their work to be read. They want support; they want someone to say, "Good job."

But who can distinguish between falling in love and imagining falling in love? Even genuinely falling in love is an act of the imagination.

I grew up in a family where, through my teenage years, I was expected to go to church on Sunday. It wasn't terribly painful.

You live your life at the time you live it -- you don't have much of an overview when what's happening to you is still happening.

Human sexuality makes farcical our most serious intentions.

But I often think that so-called glamorous people are just very busy people.