I'm intrigued by how ordinary behavior exists so close beside its opposite.

Someone ... tell us what's important, because we no longer know.

Some people think that writers are innately solitary and that there's a kind of romance to that solitariness. I tend to think that what writers really want to do is get accepted into things. They want to get accepted into society, into culture, into intelligentsia, into the fun. Writing is their mechanism, their instrument, for doing that.

Humans generally get out the gist of what they need to say right at the beginning, then spend forever qualifying, contradicting, burnishing or taking important things back. Yor rareley miss anything by cutting most people off after two sentences.

What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.

Marry somebody you love and who thinks you being a writer's a good idea.

Things you did. Things you never did. Things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.