Our house is made of glass... and our lives are made of glass; and there is nothing we can do to protect ourselves.

The mere passage of time makes us all exiles.

Novels begin, not on the page, but in meditation and day-dreaming - In thinking, not writing.

The historical Woodrow Wilson suffered from numerous complaints which we might today label as psychosomatic. Yet, Wilson did have a stroke as a relatively young man of 39 and seemed always to be ill. He was 'high-strung' - intensely neurotic - yet a charismatic personality nonetheless.

I have forced myself to begin writing when I've been utterly exhausted, when I've felt my soul as thin as a playing card…and somehow the activity of writing changes everything.

Writing! The activity for which the only adequate bribe is the possibility of suicide, one day.

It feels good, honey, but it isn't love.