A ratio of failures is built into the process of writing. The wastebasket has evolved for a reason. Think of it as the altar of the Muse Oblivion, to whom you sacrifice your botched first drafts, the tokens of your human imperfection.

There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive.

He needed to exist only in the present, without guilt, without expectation.

Toast is me. I am toast.

Menopause. A pause while you reconsider men.

Younger people have greatest fears. Why is that? Because they don't know the plot. They don't know their own individual plot... they don't know what's going to happen to them.

Popular art is the dream of society; it does not examine itself.