I am more or less reading all the time.
A writer’s life is in his work, and that is the place to find him.
I learned you don't discover the evidence of any cause in its result.
Our enemy is by tradition our savior, in preventing us from superficiality.
Language is the instrument in all cases and can language be trusted?If it were not for language, could we lie?
My own way of writing is very meditated and, despite my reputation, rather slow-moving. So I do spend a good deal of time contemplating endings. The final ending is usually arrived at simply by intuition.