I have a huge and savage conscience that won't let me get away with things.

...I realized that I knew less about loneliness than I had thought - and much less than I would know when he went away.

I'm a fifty-three-year-old writer who can remember being a ten-year-old writer and who expects someday to be an eighty-year-old writer.

Souls! When have you seen your own soul - that you're so certain you have one?

I think people really need to think what it's like to have all of society arrayed against you.

That which could hunger, could starve.

I just knew there were stories I wanted to tell.