He Traced The Genealogy Of The Feeling.

Everything Shrinks. Individual Character. Friendships. Language. Sensibility.

The Greatest Lie Ever Told About Love Is That It Sets You Free.

I Just Realized Quite Early On That I'm Not Going To Be The Type Who Can Write A Novel Every Two Years. I Think You Need To Feel An Urgency About The Act. Otherwise, When You Read It, You Feel No Urgency, Either. So I Don't Write Unless I Really Feel I Need To, And That's A Luxury.

You Can Feel Bad... I Mean, That's Not Illegal.

I Lost Many Literary Battles The Day I Read 'their Eyes Were Watching God.' I Had To Concede That Occasionally Aphorisms Have Their Power. I Had To Give Up The Idea That Keats Had A Monopoly On The Lyrical.