You're never going to kill storytelling, because it's built into the human plan. We come with it.

Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.

All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn't be that hard.

Walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heartbreak. Trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. The entertainment business. What voyeurs we have all become.

The characters [of The Tempest] have always been favorites of mine. It is one of his meditations on art - what it does.

In the evenings there's been thunder, a distant bumping and stumbling, like God on a sullen binge.

It's a critical fallacy of our times ... that a writer should 'grow,' 'change,' or 'develop.' This fallacy causes us to expect from children or radishes: 'grow,' or there's something wrong with you. But writers are not radishes. If you look at what most writers actually do, it resembles a theme with variations more than it does the popular notion of growth.