Technically I feel total fluidity in writing. I feel there's nothing technically that I can't do the way a certain sort of pianist feels that. But that doesn't mean it comes easily. It doesn't.

I remember things the way they should have been.

I got this idea of doing a really serious big work-it would be precisely like a novel, with a single difference: Every word of it would be true from beginning to end.

[Y]outh is hardly human: it can't be, for the young never believe they will die...especially would they never believe that death comes, and often, in forms other than the natural one.

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.

Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle.

It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I'll give you two.