Narrative and metaphysics alike become flimsy and frivolous if they venture too far from the home base of all humanism - the single, simple human life that we all more or less lead, with its crude elementals of nurture and appetite, love and competition, the sunshine of well-being and the inevitable night of death. We each live this tale. Fiction has no reason to be embarrassed about telling the same story again and again, since we all, with infinite variations, experience the same story.

The golf swing is like a suitcase into which we are trying to pack one too many things.

Every marriage tends to consist of an aristocrat and a peasant. Of a teacher and a learner.

In all the green world nothing feels as good as a woman's good nature.

Being on TV is like being alive, only more so.

Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper.

Adversity in immunological doses has its uses; more than that crushes.