There is this assumption that much of what I write is about my life, and that simply is not true.

I think that it's important for people to read philosophy and literature is not because I think everyone should be a well-rounded human being, but because it will help you think better about what you are doing.

The fictive is an emormous territory it turns out, its boundaries vague, and there is little certainty about where it begins and ends.

I've always thought of wholeness and integration as necessary myths. We're gragmented beings who cement ourselves together, but there are always cracks. Living with the cracks is part of being, well, reasonably healthy.

Libraries are sexual dream factories. The langour brings it on.

There is this assumption that much of what I write is about my life, and that simply is not true.

under our love making I felt a bleakness that couldnt be dispelled. The sadness was in both of us, and I think we pitied ourselves that night, as if we were other people looking down on the couple who lay together on the bed