You know, one of the tragedies of real life is that there is no background music.
I wish I knew how to quit you.
You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.
If you can’t fix it, you have to stand it.
It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.
The windows of his house shone in the darkness like squares of melting butter.
You all know we are only passing by. We only walk over these stones a few times, our boats float a little while and then they have to sink. The water is a dark flower and a fisherman is a bee in the heart of her.
You know, the Chinese have forgotten more about sailing than the rest of the world ever knew.
They say that doing ten sums a day prevents you from becoming senile. But by that argument bankers should be geniuses. That’s not right. Thickest heads in the world.
All the complex wires of life were stripped out and he could see the structure of life. Nothing but rock and sea, the tiny figures of humans and animals against them for a brief time.
The long horizon, the lunging, clotted sea like a swinging door opening, closing, opening.
When the watermelons were as large as a child’s head, the women boiled them, but they collapsed into a tasteless green mush that no one could eat, not the children, not the cow.
Anyway, there’s something wrong with everybody and it’s up to you to know what you can handle.
We’re all strange inside. We learn how to disguise our differences as we grow up.