At first, there is something you expect of life. Later, there is what life expects of you. By the time you realize these are the same, it can be too late for expectations. What we are being, not what we are to be. They are the same thing.

I think that one is constantly startled by the things that appear before you on the page when you're writing.

I have a superstition that if I talk about plot, it's like letting sand out of a hole in the bottom of a bag.

Sometimes, surely, truth is closer to imagination or to intelligence, to love than to fact? To be accurate is not to be right.

I never had, or wished for, power over you. That isn't true, of course. I wanted the greatest power of all. but not advantage, or authority.

Nothing creates such untruth in you as the wish to please.

When you realize someone is trying to hurt you, it hurts less." "Unless you love them.