I could EAT YOUR HEART & asshole you'd never know it.

Keeing busy" is the remedy for all the ills in America. It's also the means by which the creative impulse is destroyed.

There is a terrible weight in all kinds of beauty

Art is a means of memorialization of the past, a record of a rapidly vanishing world; a means of exorcising, at least temporarily, the ravages of homesickness. To speak of 'what is past, or passing or to come'-in the most meticulous language thereby to assure its permanence; to honor those we've loved and learned from and must outlive.

I am inclined to think that as I grow older I will come to be infatuated with the art of revision, and there may come a time when I will dread giving up a novel at all.

The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.

Be your own editor/critic. Sympathetic but merciless!