The peace I am thinking of is the dance of an open mind when it engages another equally open one.

The Administration of the United States is such dread I almost feel paralyzed.

All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.

I know that my books are worthy, which is separate from me.

The language must be careful and must appear effortless. It must not sweat. It must suggest and be provocative at the same time.

To be given dominion over another is a hard thing; to wrest dominion over another is a wrong thing; to give dominion of yourself to another is a wicked thing.

When I'm not creating or focusing on something I can imagine or invent, I think I go back over my life - I don't recommend this by the way - and you pick up, oh, what'd you do that for? Why didn't you understand this?