She is like all the rest of them. Whether they are seventeen or fortyseven, when they finally come to surrender completely, it's going to be in words.

They all talked at once, their voices insistent and contradictory and impatient, making of unreality a possibility, then a probability, then an incontrovertible fact, as people will when their desires become words.

There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn't fool with booze until he's fifty; then he's a damn fool if he doesn't.

The past isn't over. It isn't even past.

A writer is trying to create believable people in credible moving situations in the most moving way he can.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August]

If a story is in you, it has to come out.