“What begins at the water shall end there, and what ends there shall once more begin. Words are a gift to the dead and a warning to the living.”

“I know the you whos in the margins. I know youre thinking hard about what you want and why more than some people ever do. I know you can take on a challenge and kick its ass. And I know youve tried...”

“The creation of art requires descent into the dark.”

“Something about her in this moment strikes him as being familiar. The motion of her arm? The shape of her hand? The wrinkle of her upper lip? He does not know. Nor does he have any way to tell whet...”

“If I am going out into the unknown, it might as well be the really unknown.”

“-That's kind of sad.-I used to think so. Now I think: you're born a certain way. Later you get to decide how much you want to fight/change that. I don't mind being alone.-You must mind. If you didn...”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”