Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss?

Sadness was so claustrophobic.

The present changes the past. Looking back you do not find what you left behind.

The publishing world is very timid. Readers are much braver.

I love Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Flannery O'Connor. I read a lot of American writers.

But so fluid a thing was love.It wasn't firm,he was learning, it wasn't a scripture;it was a wobbliness that lent itself to betrayal,taking the mold of whatever he poured he poured it into.And in fact,it was difficult to keep from pouring it into numerous vessels.It could be used for all kinds of purposes....He wished it were a constraint.It was truly beginning to frighten him.