I cannot believe homosexuality is that much fun. Heterosexuality certainly is not.

Don’t romanticise your ‘vocation’. You can either write good sentences or you can’t. There is no ‘writer’s lifestyle’. All that matters is what you leave on the page.

I lost many literary battles the day I read 'Their Eyes Were Watching God.' I had to concede that occasionally aphorisms have their power. I had to give up the idea that Keats had a monopoly on the lyrical.

When I was 13, I really used to skip down the street, happy in thinking, "Oh, well, someone's suffering pain in order for me to feel this pleasure."

Sometimes, one wants to have the illusion that one is making ones own life, out of ones own resources.

The ideal reader cannot sleep when holding the writer he was meant to be with.

When people use that stream of consciousness, it's kind of just a term they use for anything that looks slightly different on the page.