Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.

Val: Why do you go out there? Sandra: Because dead people give such good advice. Val: What advice do they give? Sandra: Just one word- live!

I'm only really alive when I'm writing.

How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.

We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

Make this decision today. Will you be a good and honest writer, or would you rather be famous, loved, noticed? Tell me, because there are different paths for these two divergent goals. The decision to be a true artist is lonelier and slower, but it will lead to better work and, I think, a better life. Very rarely you will be a good and honest writer and also know a little comfort and some attention and the well wishes of a crowd. This is very rare.