You don't have to understand why anything that has happened nor do you even have to understand what it is that has happened. You have only to live with the remains.

When you give up struggle, there's a kind of love.

In a family, what isn't spoken is what you listen for. But the noise of a family is to drown it out.

Writing! The activity for which the only adequate bribe is the possibility of suicide, one day.

Whoever was stupid was beneath worry or thought; you did not have to figure them out. This eliminated hundreds of people. In this life you had time only for a certain amount of thinking, and there was no need to waste any of it on people who were not threatening.

If you are a writer you locate yourself behind a wall of silence and no matter what you are doing, driving a car or walking or doing housework you can still be writing, because you have that space.

A man will reveal his true self, or so it seems, on the tennis court.