You might 'write from the heart,' but you'd better polish with your brain.

Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.

Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing.

By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, believe you're there, I believe you into being. Because I'm telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are. So I will go on. So I will myself to go on.

I am too old to have ever been very worried about what "genre" any given book of mine might be. I read everything. I am easily amused.

If you're not annoying somebody, you're not really alive.

How easy it is, treachery. You just slide into it.