Do Not Deprive Me Of My Age.

Do I Think There's Life After Death? No, I Think My Books Are My Life After Death.

Why Is It That People Who Cannot Show Feeling Presume That That Is A Strength And Not A Weakness?

Instant Intimacy Was Too Often Followed By Disillusion.

...i Feel More Alive When I'm Writing Than I Do At Any Other Time--except When I'm Making Love. Two Things When You Forget Time, When Nothing Exists Except The Moment--the Moment Of Writing, The Moment Of Love. That Perfect Concentration Is Bliss.

I Can Tell You That Solitude Is Not All Exaltation, Inner Space Where The Soul Breathes And Work Can Be Done. Solitude Exposes The Nerve, Raises Up Ghosts. The Past, Never At Rest, Flows Through It.