There seemed nothing so true as a yellow tree.

I would never understand photography, the sneaky, murderous taxidermy of it.

I had never feared insomnia before--like prison, wouldn't it just give you more time to read?

One should never turn one's back on a vivid imagination.

She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love.

A novel is a daily labor over a period of years. A novel is a job. But a story can be like a mad, lovely visitor, with whom you spend a rather exciting weekend.

We had put almost all of our possessions in storage, which was a metaphor for being twenty, as were so many things.