I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we don't really exist if you don't.

... my mind lay limp in an empty world.

I don't think in any language. I think in images.

I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling

I think my favorite fact about myself is that I have never been dismayed by a critic's bilge or bile, and have never once in my life asked or thanked a reviewer for a review.

if a violin string could ache, i would be that string.

A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past.