It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tel….

Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters..

She stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other..

For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and valor. Of the endless fluid passage of the humanity through endless ti….

I do not have any home. So why should I be homesick?.

Imagination takes humility, love and great courage..

The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolut….

And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many..

The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person. All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lo….

This fear is one of the horrors of an author's life. Where does work come from? What chance, what small episode will start the chain of creation? I o….

It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see..

To know who you are, you have to have a place to come from..

There are all these people here I don't know by sight or by name. And we pass alongside each other and don't have any connection. And they don't know….

It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated..

But all the time-no matter what she was doing-there was music..

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?.

All we can do is go around telling the truth..

I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen..

Next to music beer was best..

Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them..

Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks..