Occupation: Writer Birth: May 25, 1938 Death: August 2, 1988
and did you get what you wanted from this life even so? i did..
there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails..
We knew our days were numbered. We had fouled up our lives and we were getting ready for a shake-up..
You're a beautiful drunk, daughter. But you're a drunk..
I'm always learning something. Learning never ends..
You have to have been in love to write poetry..
Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from..
I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so i….
Nights without beginning that had no end. Talking about a past as if it'd really happened. Telling themselves that this time next year, this time nex….
Writers will be judged by what they write..
There is no God, and conversation is a dying art..
I dressed and went for a walk - determined not to return until I took in what Nature had to offer..
It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love..
I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It'….
If we're lucky, writer and reader alike, we'll finish the last line or two of a short story and then just sit for a minute, quietly. Ideally, we'll p….
I've done as many as 20 or 30 drafts of a story. Never less than 10 or 12 drafts..
A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best..
What do any of us really know about love?.
I think a little menace is fine to have in a story. For one thing, it's good for the circulation..
There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?.
I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when t….