When you give up struggle, there's a kind of love.
If you're living with a scientist, you see the world differently than you do with a humanist. It's in some ways very subtle, the differences in perceiving reality.
The use of language is all we have to pit against death and silence.
Her wish to die was as pervasive as a dial tone: you lift the receiver, it's always there.
Boxing has become America's tragic theater.
Much of my writing is energized by unresolved memories - something like ghosts in the psychological sense.