Wolf! Right here and now!

What would be frightening about me jumping out of the bush wearing a pig mask is not the sudden surprise, not me, and not the pig mask, but that the ordinary world had split open for a moment to reveal some possibility never previously considered.

You'll never get anything done if you walk around with an unchipped heart.

Ideally, I would create a book so interdependent and self-sustaining in its parts, so wondrously connected word by word and paragraph by paragraph, so charged with the joy of language, that it would actually float three or four inches above any table where you try to set it down.

I generally wade in blind and trust to fate and instinct to see me through.

I write longer sentences than most of the others, maybe because I probably like Henry James more than they do.

Sometimes it is right to fear the dark.