He found it so easy and so pleasant to cry that he didn’t try to stop for a while, until he realized he was forcing his sobs a little, exaggerating their depth with unnecessary shudders. … The whole point of crying is to quit before you coined it up. The whole point of grief itself was to cut it out while it was still honest, while it still meant something. Because the thing was so easily corrupted

Remember what Anatole France said about the dog masturbating on your leg--'Sure, it's honest, but who needs it?

There's never been anything funny about a woman dying for love.

If my work has a theme, I suspect it is a simple one: that most human beings are inescapably alone, and therein lies their tragedy.

I'm only interested in stories that are about the crushing of the human heart.

You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture.

Hard work, is the best medicine yet devised for all the ills of man- and of woman.