The poets continually and sometimes wilfully mistake love. Love is the old slaughterer.

As for the end of the universe…I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?

I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.

You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.

Every marriage has two hearts, one light and one dark

Luck's the word those with poor hearts use for ka.

I want to engage the reader. I'm an emotional writer, in the sense that I would be happy if you re-read a book for the intellectual or the mental part of it, but, the first time, I just like to reach out and grab you, pull you in.