Sometimes I not only stand there and take it, I even smile at them and say I'm sorry. When I feel that smile coming onto my face, I wish I could take my face off and stamp on it.

Age and illness made one a dualist

O foolish writer. Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a-time, now isn't then.

Stories are what death thinks he puts an end to. He can't understand that they end in him, but they don't end with him.

Fantasy is not antirational, but pararational; not realistic but surrealistic, a heightening of reality. In Freud's terminology, it employs primary not secondary process thinking. It employs archetypes which, as Jung warned us, are dangerous things. Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.

Anyhow they’re always exceptions. But most women, their only relationship to a man is having. Either owning or being owned.

At this point, realism is perhaps the least adequate means of understanding or portraying the incredible realities of our existence.