The resistance and the degree of the resistance to the natural phenomenon of life causes tremendous suffering.

However they may have felt when they left they were now committed, they had passed the point of no return.

One of the things I have become aware of through the years is how much I love the people I write about.

Writing, like any art, is a continuing process of discovering the infinite possibilities of Life.

My writing is inspired by just about everything, yet I am unaware of so much of the process.

I have rituals for cleaning out resentments, disappointments, heartbreak, depression and for work. One of the things I do is go over old stuff if I have been unable to write for a while.

Everything about it was wrong. Thats why it worked so good.

No matter how beautiful the outside may be, the inside still has feelings and needs that just words don’t fulfill.

The responsibility of the artist is to transcend the human ego.

There are a lot of people in this country who really like my writing. And a lot of writers respect me. But the so-called establishment? They hate me.