I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.

To write,” Marguerite Duras remarked, “is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly.

I never met anybody in my life who says, I want to be a critic. People want to be a fireman, poet, novelist.

Gertrude Stein really thought of Hemingway as frail. He almost married Stein.

The novel doesn't come into existence until certain methods of reproducing fiction come along.

I gave up writing blurbs because you make one friend and 200 enemies.