Everything depends on knowing how much,” she said, and “Good is knowing when to stop.

The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power.

If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.

No gasp at a miracle that is truly miraculous because the magic lies in the fact that you knew it was there for you all along.

Home is memory, home is your history, home is where you work. Some people want to abandon it and become truly local. But the questions are all there.

Don’t beg anybody for anything, especially love.

I have difficulties with contemporary language. Big difficulties. I counted, you know, something like 160 words have disappeared from the English language because of the use of the word "like." "I'm like, he's like" - not "thought," not "as if ."