People come and go in life, but they never leave your dreams. Once they're in your subconscious, they are immortal.

Writing about why you write is a funny business, like scratching what doesn't itch. Impulses are mysterious, and explaining them must be done with mirrors, like certain cunning slight-of-hand routines.

A careful first draft is a failed first draft

People come and go in life, but they never leave your dreams. Once they're in your subconscious, they are immortal.

The future is here, now, and the past is full of actual deeds, real history. Utopias hardly have the meat on their bones to sustain a people in grave times.

I don't write about what I know: I write in order to find out what I know.

We only store in memory images of value. To write about one's life is to live it twice, and the second time is both spiritual and historical.