The most important things are the hardest to say

As always, the blessed relief of starting, a feeling that was like falling into a hole filled with bright light. As always, the glum knowledge that he would not write as well as he wanted to write. As always the terror of not being able to finish, of accelerating into a brick wall. As always, the marvelous joyful nervy feeling of journey begun.

Talent is a dull knife that will cut nothing unless it is wielded with great force.

the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.

In these silences something may rise

The last good time always comes, and when you see the darkness creeping toward you, you hold on to what was bright and good. You hold on for dear life.

When people begin to lose hope, there's bound to be explosions.