Live on, survive, for the earth gives forth wonders. It may swallow your heart, but the wonders keep on coming. You stand before them bareheaded, shriven. What is expected of you is attention.

The gamble of literature is that I make the best work I can; the most truthful, the most representative of how I see things. I try and do that and then I put it out there and say to you, "What do you think?" I hope that you think well of it, obviously.

Writers have an opinion about the world and offer arguments about the world. They should offer contemplation.

I do not need the idea of God to explain the world I live in.

You can find shame in every house, burning in an ashtray, hanging framed upon a wall, covering a bed. But nobody notices it any more.

She saw him fracture into rainbow colors through the prism of her love.

I think that England made a very big, historical mistake to allow itself to become the kind of terrorist capital of the world.