See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be

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.

My life is a very interior and solitary life. I tend not to care that much about external things.

Flying fosters fantasies of childhood, of omnipotence, rapid shifts of being, miraculous moments; it stirs our capacity for dreaming.

I learned long ago that being Lewis Carroll was infinitely more exciting than being Alice.

She examined me, she looked at me critically and said, "Why are you trying to starve yourself?" To keep myself from feeling love, from feeling lust, from feeling anything at all.

Getting the first draft finished is like pushing a peanut with your nose across a very dirty floor.