How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all.

I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

...we must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there's nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing.

You hear doom and gloom about the Internet ruining young people's command of English - that's nonsense.

I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.

By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being.

Writers are much better behaved nowadays, for a couple of reasons. Once upon a time nobody was thinking of a career, unless you lived in New York, so there wasn't as much pressure to present a respectable exterior. And secondly, there was no social media. So if you were found face down on the floor - people did do that quite a bit; usually men, but not always - or fell through plate glass windows or got into scrapes, it became a rumor, and rumors are hard to pin down.