Perhaps she drives men away. Perhaps, without even being able to help herself, she just puts men into her ill-tempered car and drives them off: to quarries, dumps, small anonymous bodies of water.

Your numbness is something perhaps you cannot help. It is what the world has done to you. But your coldness. That is what you do to the world.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

For love to last, you had to have illusions or have no illusions at all. But you had to stick to one or the other. It was the switching back and forth that endangered things.

Usually she ordered a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, as well as a brownie, propping up her sadness with chocolate and caffeine so that it became an anxiety.

A short story is a love affair, a novel is a marriage. A short story is a photograph; a novel is a film.

One had to build shelters. One had to make pockets and live inside them.

They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die.

The only really good piece of advice I have for my students is, 'Write something you'd never show your mother or father. And you know what they say? I could never do that!'

She was unequal to anyone's wistfulness. She had made too little of her life. Its loneliness shamed her like a crime.

If one publishes, then one is creating a public record of Learning to Write.

Sometimes you can get more answers by not asking any questions.

Privacy with medical information is a fallacy. If everyone's information is out there, it's part of the collective.

But on the other hand I believe I'm a private person too, and I enjoy that aspect of my life as well.

Even if I hadn't have been nominated for an Oscar, to have won the Golden Glove was just fantastic.

There will always be a Beach Boys. Being a Beach Boy is like being in love

I would say for everyday I build buildings or houses like a bricklayer with canvas and paint.

Economic disaster begins with a philosophy of doing less and wanting more.

As to the media, they are protected by the First Amendment, as they should be.

she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off. The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice.

I’m aware of my weaknesses and THE BEAST WITHIN.