Cherie, keep walking. Shut your eyes. We are headed for the bridge. We are going to cross it.

Be your own editor/critic. Sympathetic but merciless!

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

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

In love there are two things - bodies and words.

I don't think I'm morbid by nature. Serious writers have always written about serious subjects. Lighthearted material doesn't appeal to me, and I don't read it. I think I'm a realist, with a realistic sensibility of history and the tragedy of history.

It makes me angry sometimes, it's a visceral thing--how you come to despise your own words in your ears not because they aren't genuine, but because they are; because you've said them so many times, your 'principles,' your 'ideals'--and so damned little in the world has changed because of them.