I think their pasts are treated with a voice that sees their role as those of innocents. That's reflected in the past time sequences. They're less "written."

For sometimes you can't help but crave some ruin in what you love.

It is 'where we are' that should make all the difference, whether we believe we belong there or not.

The truth, finally, is who can tell it.

As for what's the most challenging aspect of teaching, it's convincing younger writers of the importance of reading widely and passionately.

So my first book I had no experience having written a book, but each book is a little snapshot of who you are at that moment, accrued all through time, so I accept that.

In this difficult era the most valuable commodity is the unfailing turn of the hours and how they retrieve for us the known harbor of yesterday.

They're not parallel at all. They're my concerns, but how they're expressed particularly on the page is completely divorced from who I am in my street life.

Don’t sanctuaries become prisons, and vice versa, foremost in the mind?

Imagination might not be limitless. It's still tethered to the universe of what we know.

For at some point, each of us will be asked to embody what we feel and know.

Dreams are memories we’ve lost to sleep.

Space is a precious thing to waste. You don't want to fill your house with anything that doesn't directly add to your happiness.

With me a change of trouble is as good as a vacation.

A bibliomaniac is one to whom books are like bottles of whiskey to the inebriate, to whom anything that is between covers has an intoxicating savor.

At times the mirror increases a thing’s value, at times denies it.

One thing about me is I try to be honest.

Things that are real are given and received in silence.

You got to choose between tightening your belt or losing your pants.

The fact that your patient gets well does not prove that your diagnosis was correct.

Hold the newsreader's nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers.