Oblivion seemed the only reasonable option.

I think the novel, its business is the investigation of human nature.

Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?

When there are no consequences, being wrong is simply a diversion.

Not being boring is quite a challenge.

Shall there be womanly times? Or shall we die?

Writing a novel resembles a journey with only the sketchiest of maps.

I wouldn't mind being the lead guitarist in an incredibly successful rock band. However, I don't play the guitar.

A story lives transformed by a gesture not made or a word not spoken

Could it ever be explained, how matter becomes conscious?

When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

Reading groups, readings, breakdowns of book sales all tell the same story: when women stop reading, the novel will be dead.

That love which does not build a foundation on good sense is doomed.

We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.

Love doesn't grow at a steady rate, but advances in surges, bolts, wild leaps, and this was one of those.

What is lawful is not always identical to what is right.

He who hesitates is not only lost, but miles from the next exit.

Self-consciousness is the destroyer of erotic joy.

You can tell a lot from a person's nails. When a life starts to unravel, they're among the first to go.