Politics is like sausages, you don't want to watch either being made.
Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone - and finding that that's ok with them.
A notorious inability to express emotions makes human beings the only animals capable of suicide.
Dreams reveal we never quite get 'over' anything: it's all still in there somewhere.
The fear of saying something stupid (which stupid people never have) has censored far more good ideas than bad ones.
Only by declaring a book completely finished can one start to see how much remains to be done on it.
What am I supposed to do here? What am I supposed to think?
On that night I was left with only the truth that nothing of our personality survives after death, that in the end all that was Misha Vainberg would evaporate along with the styles and delusions of his epoch, leaving behind not one flutter of his sad heavy brilliance, not one damp spot around which his successors could congregate to appreciate his life and times.
Of course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.
I'm very influenced by landscapes, not so much the way places look as the way the names sound. In this country we've got so many cultures, and the place names - the Spanish names and the Indian names, which are so incredibly musical.
When one reaches this state of harmony between things and one's self, one reaches a state of perfect freedom and peace-which makes everything possible and right. Life becomes perpetual revelation.