She wasn't in love but she would love him, if that would save her.

Detroit, my 'great' subject, made me the person I am, consequently the writer I am - for better or worse.

I don't think that writer's block exists really. I think that when you're trying to do something prematurely, it just won't come. Certain subjects just need time, as I've learned over and over again. You've got to wait before you write about them.

Like all virtuous people he imagines he must speak the truth.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.

Cherie, keep walking. Shut your eyes. We are headed for the bridge. We are going to cross it.

The great menace to the life of an industry is industrial self-complacency.