The problem with death is absence

One senses, in all autobiography, a straining toward perfection, perfection of a kind that connects the individual with a cosmic pattern which, because it is perfect in itself, verifies that individuals own potential perfection.

Slum kids die slowly, their lives eroded at so languid a pace that even they would have trouble tracing the disintegration. To the children of war death explodes like a car bomb.

If you put anger in the writing, then it's like an actor crying on stage. The audience will not cry with the actor and in some way inure itself against the emotion.

There is nothing like a man for bringing out the animal in an animal.

Just because the person who criticizes you is an idiot doesn't make him wrong.

When you have the goods, you don't need to dress up what you're writing.