Knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you, you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened.

As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our day.

If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

No male writer is likely to be asked to sit on a panel addressing itself to the special problems of a male writer.

No one knows what cuases an outer landscape to become an inner one.

There's blood, a taste I remember. It tastes of orange popsicles, penny gumballs, red licorice, gnawed hair, dirty ice.

A ratio of failures is built into the process of writing. The wastebasket has evolved for a reason.