Don’t complain, don’t explain..

I guess my writing has changed as my life has..

I’d like to go out in the front yard and shout something. “None of this is worth it!” That’s what I’d like people to hear..

There's literary creation and literary business. When I first got something accepted, it gave my life a validation it didn't otherwise have..

All of us, all of us, all of us trying to save our immortal souls, some ways seemingly more round about and mysterious than others. We are having a g….

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rea….

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had..

My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m no good anymore..

My life is going to change. I feel it..

Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?.

It's possible, in a poem or short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those thi….

But he stays by the window, remembering that life. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everyt….

I'm moving to Nevada. Either there or kill myself..

Remember Haydn's 104 symphonies. Not all of them were great. But there were 104 of them..

A man can go along obeying all the rules and then it don't matter a damn anymore..

There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. But now I hate her guts. I do. How do you explain that? What happened to….

She serves me a piece of it a few minutes out of the oven. A little steam rises from the slits on top. Sugar and spice - cinnamon - burned into the c….

All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory. Am I wrong? Am I way off base? Because I want you….

A great danger, or at least a great temptation, for many writers is to become too autobiographical in their approach to their fiction. A little autob….

That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones..

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is ris….