The future can always wait so long as the here-and-now is rapturous.

One of the joys of being in love is that it clarifies your priorities. Complication arises from not knowing what you want.

One thing I knew about the novelist’s task: when in doubt, write; when empty, write; when afraid, write. Nothing is more impenetrable than the blank page. The blank page is the void, the absence of sense and feeling, the white light of literary death.

I wanted her body and soul, but body first.

I was already at an age when putting off anything was a bad idea.

I have found that in fiction one is freer to speak the truth, if only because in fiction the truth is not expected or required. You may easily disguise it, so that it is only recognized much later, when the story and the characters have faded into darkness.

The future can always wait so long as the here-and-now is rapturous.