Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.

I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.

They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities?

It's bad enough in life to do without something YOU want; but confound it, what gets my goat is not being able to give somebody something you want THEM to have.

I've been working, working, working, and you know, sometimes you look back at your work and you see that it just isn't any good.

I couldn't understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating.

When I am writing, I try to do it five hours a day but I spend about two of those just fooling around.