Writing is an antisocial act.

You can't be blocked if you just keep on writing words. Any words. People who get 'blocked' make the mistake of thinking they have to write good words.

You can never do enough for the dead. You search around for comfort but there is no comfort; there never was and never will be. There is only a gradual wearing away of the sharp edges, so that you don't feel ambushed at every turn, as if you saw the dead suddenly rounding the corner.

Silence is a way of saying: we do not have to entertain each other; we are okay as we are.

Children can ask what adults don't dare to because we don't want to admit we're scared and we don't really want to hear the answers.

Arnold was a dog's dog. Whenever he shuffled along walks and through alleyways, he always gave the impression of being on to something big.

An idyllic childhood is probably illusion.