Unlike the older, more humanly shaped arts, which begin with a seed and accumulate their form organically, photography clips its substance out of an actual continuum.

The first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop.

If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.

Being able to write becomes a kind of shield, a way of hiding, a way of too instantly transforming pain into honey.

Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?

The illusion is an agreement between the reader and writer that this [story] will be like life. The emotional temperature drops when you have footnotes.

We were all brought up to want things and maybe the world isn't big enough for all that wanting. I don't know. I don't know anything