To be human is to be in a story.

Life is all getting used to what you're not used to.

When I begin a story at my desk, the window to my back, the path is not there. As I start to walk, I make the path.

My life was incoherent to me. I felt it quivering, spitting out broken teeth.

Literature is the province of imagination, and stories, in whatever guise, are meditations on life.

If a person had accused him of meanness, he could have defended himself. But with a dog - you did something cheap to it when you were sure no one was looking, and it was as though you had done it in front of a mirror.

Words are nets through which all truth escapes.