Writing is the same as music. It’s in how you phrase it, how you hold back the note, bend it, shape it, then release it. And what you don’t play is as important as what you do say.

The pattern of the narrative never of necessity wants to end, it never has to.

Form is never more than an extension of content.

The awful thing, as a kid reading, was that you came to the end of the story, and that was it. I mean, it would be heartbreaking that there was no more of it.

Communication is mutual feeling with someone, not a didactic process of information.

I know this body is impatient. I know I constitute only a meager voice and mind. Yet I loved, I love. I want no sentimentality. I want no more than home.

For love - I would split open your head and put a candle in behind the eyes.