Travel Is Like Adultery: One Is Always

Paranoids Are The Only Ones Who Notice Things Anymore.

When Friends Stop Being Frank And Useful To Each Other, The Whole World Loses Some Of Its Radiance.

There Are Few Things More Subtly Distressing Than An Inappropriate Gift From Someone Close To You.

Sex Almost Always Disappoints Me In Novels. Everything Can Be Said Or Done Now, And That's What I Often Find: Everything, A Feeling Of Generality Or Dispersal. But In My Experience, True Sex Is So Particular, So Peculiar To The Person Who Yearns For It. Only He Or She, And No One Else, Would Desire So Very Much That Very Person Under Those Circumstances. In Fiction, I Miss That Sense Of Terrific Specificity.

To Be Misunderstood Can Be The Writer's Punishment For Having Disturbed The Reader's Peace. The Greater The Disturbance, The Greater The Possibility Of Misunderstanding.