I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.

A man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.

Maybe the older you grow and the less easy it is to put thought into action, maybe that’s why it gets all locked up in your head and becomes a burden.

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone.

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 think I would have written five times as much as I've written if I didn't have this terrible sense of perfection.