You don't have favourites among your children, but you do have allies.

You can't state difference and also state equality. We have to state sameness to understand equality.

Time is how you spend your love.

I don't actually believe in the extension of consciousness after death.

English, as a subject, never really got over its upstart nature. It tries to bulk itself up with hopeless jargon and specious complexity, tries to imitate subjects it can never be.

To me, these kind of everyday miseries act as a fatal disqualifier. My sunniest beliefs are basically contingent on the fact that my child is not dying of cancer right now.

Protect the time and space in which you write. Keep everybody away from it, even the people who are most important to you.