Nothing got inside the head without becoming pictures.

Popularity has become its own justification.

When I finally gave up any hope of doing anything representative of the American family, I actually seemed to have tapped into other people's weirdness in that way.

I wanted all of her and resented other boys for wanting any part of her.

There is, after all, a kind of happiness in unhappiness, if it's the right unhappiness.

she was so much a personality and so little anything else that even staring straight at her he had no idea what she really looked like.

I'm not too concerned what happens to my books after I'm dead. But I am very concerned by what's going on with the culture of reading and writing nowadays.