Writing is like a love affair: the beginning is the best part.

I believed that if I was to call myself a writer, I should live on writing. If I could not live on it, even simply, I should destroy every scrap, every trace, every notebook and live some other way.

I still do not know what impels anyone sound of mind to leave dry land and spend a lifetime describing people who do not exist. If it is child's play, an extension of make believe - something one is frequently assured by people who write about writing - how to account for the overriding wish to do that, just that, only that, and consider it as rational an occupation as riding a bicycle over the Alps?

All lives are interesting; no one life is more interesting than another. Its fascination depends on how much is revealed, and in what manner.

I began to ration my writing, for fear I would dream through life as my father had done. I was afraid I had inherited a poisoned gene from him, a vocation without a gift.

... appeals to memory were never perfectly answered.

Decide what the rest of your life is to be. Whatever you are now, you might be forever.