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.

[Emily] Dickinson, our supreme poet of inwardness.

Perhaps the inevitable tragedy of our complex civilization is that we must be specialists in our fields - and our fields have become increasingly difficult, so that communication is nearly impossible.

Dear girl! Life is addictive. Yet we must live.

I never really knew I wanted to 'be' a writer, but I was always writing from a very young age. It became more conscious as an ideal when I was in my twenties.

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

To the west, the Pacific Ocean, which revulses me, for its vastness cannot be fitted into any box.