I tell, therefore you are.

Without the light, no chance; without the dark, no dance.

You need a certain amount of nerve to be a writer, an almost physical nerve, the kind you need to walk a log across a river.

He doesn't know which is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him if he looks at it too clearly. Then there's the future. Sheer vertigo.

My family was big on sharing. I guess it was just the way I was brought up. Or maybe, I read those fairy tales in which one good turn elicits another. But in writing, yes, some older writers were kind to me when I was young; although some others were not.

I'm not an activist by nature. I am suspicious of Utopian thinking and equally suspicious of its alternate.

My family was scientifically inclined: My brother did turn into a neurophysiologist, and I almost became a scientist myself. I could have gone that way.