But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.

There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter, having breathed deep of its vivifying air all my writing life up to the last couple of years.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

My characters have nothing. I'm working with impotence, ignorance... that whole zone of being that has always been set aside by artists as something unusable - something by definition incompatible with art.

I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.