At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.

I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies.

My first-born. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.

I type in one place, but I write all over the house.

You looking good." "Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.

I don't wait to be struck by lightning and I don't need certain slants of light in order to be able to write.

Sex is difficult to write about because it's just not sexy enough. The only way to write about it is not to write much. Let the reader bring his own sexuality into the text. A writer I usually admire has written about sex in the most off-putting way. There is just too much information.