My major regret in life is that my childhood was unnecessarily lonely.
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.
I hated Hemingway. I liked Faulkner but he was a bore.
I think my greatest talent really is for friendship.
Those fellows, they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.
Before birth; yes, what time was it then? A time like now, and when they were dead, it would be still like now: these trees, that sky, this earth, those acorn seeds, sun and wind, all the same, while they, with dust-turned hearts, change only.