...I am much better now at ambiguities.

There was a disturbance in my heart, a voice that spoke there and said, I want, I want, I want! It happened every afternoon, and when I tried to suppress it it got even stronger.

I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.

Death is the dark backing a mirror needs if we are to see anything

One thought-murder a day keeps the psychiatrist away.

I've discovered that rejections are not altogether a bad thing. They teach a writer to rely on his own judgment and to say in his heart of hearts, 'To hell with you.'

Alternatives, and particularly desirable alternatives, grow only on imaginary trees.