The denial of language is a suicidal one and we pay for it with our own lives.

The ideal art, the noblest of art: working with the complexities of life, refusing to simplify, to "overcome" doubt.

I write so much because my cat sits on my lap. She purrs so I don't want to get up. She's so much more calming than my husband.

To be knocked out doesn't mean what it seems. A boxer does not have to get up.

A diverse and lively collection, the highest art of the interview.

. . . there is a wish in the heart of mankind to be distracted and confused. Truth is but one attraction, and not always the most powerful.

It would be difficult for a writer of realism to avoid suggesting a political/moral perspective in his or her fiction. "Politics" per se is absent from my writing but there is usually a moral (if ironic) compass.