We Are All Tourists In History, And

Paranoids Are The Only Ones Who Notice Things Anymore.

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.

There Is Something About Seeing Real People On A Stage That Makes A Bad Play More Intimately, More Personally Offensive Than Any Other Art Form.

Two People Making Love, She Once Said, Are Like One Drowned Person Resuscitating The Other.

People ... Have No Idea What A Hard Job It Is For Two Writers To Be Friends. Sooner Or Later You Have To Talk About Each Other's Work.