The body can't distinguish between cleansing and punishing for the body is ignorant, and mute besides.

I don't believe in predestination - except for genetic predilections.

The great happiness in life in creativity belongs to amateurs.

There is nothing "ordinary" about reality.

She wasn't in love but she would love him, if that would save her.

Whoever's reading this, if anyone is reading it: does it matter that our old selves are lost to us as surely as the past is lost, or is it enough to know yes we lived then, and we are living now, and the connection must be there? Like a river hundreds of miles long exists both at its source and at its mouth, simultaneously?

I rarely write in my own voice except in book reviews and memoirs; otherwise, I am writing in mediated voices, modulated in terms of the characters whom the voices express.