And a step backward, after making a wrong turn, is a step in the right direction.

As Marilee and I were dressing, I whispered to her that I loved her with all my heart. What else was there to say? 'You don't. You can't,' she said.

You were sick, but now you're well again, and there's work to do.

If a person survives an ordinary span of sixty years or more, there is every chance that his or her life as a shapely story has ended and all that remains to be experienced is epilogue. Life is not over, but the story is.

The only way to get anything out of a writer's brains is to leave him or her alone until he or she is damn well ready to write it down.

We were all gun nuts and they were called varmints, crows were, because they ate grain and so did we.

Music is, to me, proof of the existence of God.