Their voices reach out into the empty yard, plunge deep into the hills, go right through the heart.

Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable.

...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.

All that remains of that minute is time in all its purity, bone-white time.

No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.

She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.

When it's in a book I don't think it'll hurt any more ...exist any more. One of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.