Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

It’s true that every day away from work requires two more days to get back into it.

People who keep stiff upper lips find that it’s damn hard to smile.

To have a reason to get up in the morning, it is necessary to posses a guiding principle

My success is not who I am.

Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.

Geez, if I could get through to you, kiddo, that depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. Reduction, see? Of all feeling. People who keep...

Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.

People use people according to their own needs. Or don’t use them. When a primary need is one of safety.

I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and I’m enjoying it.

Some people with awful cards can be successful because of how they deal with the tragedies they’re handed, and that seems courageous to me.

And what about tomorrow then? And all the tomorrows to come? Why can’t we talk about it? Why can’t we ever talk about it?

I can write for a long time on one novel and not get tired.

With my friends, I don’t feel pressure to be someone other than who I am.

…it is love, imperfect and unordered, that keeps them apart, even as it holds them somehow together…

I notice when I’m on these trips, I read like mad. It’s the only thing that seems to center me, bring me back to remembering who I am. Or forgetting who I am!

…Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling…People who keep stiff upper lips find that it’s damn hard to smile.

Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling.

I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.

Sometimes you are being interviewed by someone and you think, if I knew this person they’d be my best friend. Other times you’re being interviewed by a complete jerk.

. . . crazy world or maybe it’s just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.

I’m glad I’m successful at it, because it’s allowed me to live very well financially, and give my kids a lot of things. It’s enabled me to do stuff that I otherwise wouldn’t be able...

I taught more school, had two more sons and then in 1970 I wrote a short story and sent it to a national contest, where I won 60th prize out of 100.

I keep telling you that feeling is not selective. You can’t feel pain, you aren’t gonna feel anything else either.

I’m not terrifically comfortable with even thinking about what I’ve accomplished in relation to who I am and how I relate to other people.

Life is not a series of pathetic, meaningles actions. Some of them are so far from pathetic, so far from meaningless as to be beyond reason, maybe beyond forgiveness.

I’ve never been one to tear the social fabric.

He had led off being a perfectionist when he discovered that not promptly kept appointments, not a house circumspectly clean. . . not anything cleared you through the terrifying office of chance; that it is...

It’s always obvious to me when someone is looking at me with an idea of who I am and hoping that that’s the person I’m going to be. No matter how subtle it is, it’s...