To hell with being ashamed of what you liked.

I feel the need to reaffirm all of it, the whole unhappy territory and all the things loved and unloveable in it, for it is all part of me.

...and yet I am what they think I am.

There must be possible a fiction which, leaving sociology and case histories to the scientists, can arrive at the truth about the human condition, here and now, with all the bright magic of the fairy tale.

Power, for the writer....lies in his ability to reveal if only a little bit more about the complexity of humanity.

It takes a deep commitment to change and an even deeper commitment to grow.

There are few things in the world as dangerous as sleepwalkers.