The work of a writer, his continuing work, depends for breath of life on a certain privacy of heart.

Kill off all my demons and my angels might die too.

I cannot write any sort of story unless there is at least one character in it for whom I have physical desire.

Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.

I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together

The name of a person you love is more than language.

I've got the guts to die. What I want to know is, have you got the guts to live?