Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of one small area.

The caged eagle become a metaphor for all forms of isolation, the ultimate in imprisonment. A zoo is prison.

Keenness of hearing revives when one is alone.

Nothing factual that I write or say will be as truthful as my fiction.

Disaster is private, in its way, as love is.

I cannot live with someone who can't live without me.

The facts are always less than what really happened.