Happiness is seasonal, like anything else

Age plays cruel tricks on the human face; all our repressed feelings become visible on the surface, where they harden like a mask.

Sometimes I wonder what the difference is between being cautious and being dead.

I caution writers all the time to slow down and pay more attention to the work in front of them than to the end result. I don't think you write one book and get anywhere. I think you write five books and then maybe you are finally on the right path.

You never know which people will affect your life.

There's a certain class of people who will do you in and then remain completely mystified by the depth of your pain.

Thinking is hard work, which is why you don't see many people doing it.