The Uruguayans have a sort of purity. I don't know where they got it, and I doubt even if they know from where they got it. Perhaps they didn't kill off their major population.

You know how it is when two souls meet in a burst of ecstatic volubility, with hearts tickling to hear and to tell, to know everything, to reveal everything, the shared reverence for the other's otherness, a feeling of solitude radiantly snapped by full *contact* - all that?

All novelists write in a different way, but I always write in longhand and then do two versions of typescript on a computer.

Weapons are like money; no one knows the meaning of enough.

So I am lonely, but not alone, like everybody else.

Richard's bookshelves weren't alphabetized. He never had time to alphabetize them. He was always too busy- looking for books he couldn't find.

They did more than take our youth away. They also took away the men we were going to be.