The solitude of writing is also quite frightening. It's quite close to madness, one just disappears for a day and loses touch.

Writers themselves don't analyze what they do; to analyze would be to look down while crossing a canyon on a tightrope.

The truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.

Any writer of any worth at all hopes to play only a pocket-torch of light - and rarely, through genius, a sudden flambeau - into the bloody yet beautiful labyrinth of human experience, of being.

Censorship may have to do with literature; but literature has nothing whatever to do with censorship.

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

I have failed at many things, but I have never been afraid.