The awful thing, as a kid reading, was that you came to the end of the story, and that was it. I mean, it would be heartbreaking that there was no more of it.

What has happened makes the world. Live on the edge, looking.

What a great thing! To be a writer! Words are something you can carry in your head. You can really 'travel light.'

I know this body is impatient. I know I constitute only a meager voice and mind. Yet I loved, I love. I want no sentimentality. I want no more than home.

The pattern of the narrative never of necessity wants to end, it never has to.

I heard words and words full of holes aching.

I will go to the garden. I will be a romantic. I will sell myself in hell, in heaven also I will be.

For love - I would split open your head and put a candle in behind the eyes.

Writing is the same as music. It’s in how you phrase it, how you hold back the note, bend it, shape it, then release it. And what you don’t play is as important as what you do say.

Communication is mutual feeling with someone, not a didactic process of information.

Suddenly the whole imagination of writing and editorial and newspaper and all these presumptions about who am I reading this, and who else other people may be, and all that, it's so grimly brutal!

Time evolves daily

Checking in on what our kids are doing online isn't 'helicoptering, ' it's 'parenting.

Until you're grown-up they send you to reform school. After you're grown-up they send you to the penitentiary.

Our danger is not too few but too many options ... to be puzzled by innumerable alternatives.

Computers get better faster than anything else ever. A child's PlayStation today is more powerful than a military supercomputer from 1996.

If I had only one more round to play, I would choose to play it at Pebble Beach. I've loved this course from the first time I saw it. It's possibly the best in the world.

Far be it from me to force anyone into either chess or dressage, but if you choose to do so yourself, in my opinion there is only one way: follow the rules.

Communication is mutual feeling with someone, not a didactic process of information.

The surprise with which a detective novel concludes should set up tragic vibrations which run backward through the entire structure.

The fact is that my native land is a prey to barbarism, that in it men's only God is their belly, that they live only for the present, and that the richer a man is the holier he is held to be.