Gloom is but a shadow of a cloud passing by.
You may not believe in life, but I don’t believe in death. Move on!
If you don’t let technology help you, if you resist good ideas, you condemn yourself to dinosaurhood.
Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they’re all we have.
He’s a shy man. Life has taught him not to show off what is most precious to him.
I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.
Life is an interpretation of a series of facts, and that interpretation is really what life is about. So the division between non-fiction and fiction has a certain logic, but it’s a very limited one. And by and large, it isn’t helpful.
My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.
We were, literally and figuratively, in the same boat.
No one dies of nausea, but it can seriously sap the will to live.
Don’t you bully me with your politeness!
I meet a number of people as a writer of fiction who say “Oh, I don’t read much fiction,” as if the history of the United States, just as an example, isn’t an exercise in storytelling and myth-making.
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity – it’s envy.
I have read that there are two fears that cannot be trained out of us: the startle reaction upon hearing an unexpected noise, and vertigo. I would like to add a third, to wit, the rapid and direct approch of a known killer.
Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you’ve defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.
How long does it take for a broken spirit to kill a body that has food, water and shelter?
I did not count the days or the weeks or the months. Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time.
Words are much better at relating emotions and thoughts.
A movie will do in one second, with one image, what it will take a novelist at least a page to describe.
I wish I could convey the perfection of a seal slipping into water or a spider monkey swinging from point to point or a lion merely turning its head. But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it.