she had something I could not have, and so I resented her—but I realized the fault was mine and not hers.

A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman's love, however badly he may have treated her.

No wires tender even as nervescan transmit the impact ofour seasons, our catastropheswhile we are closed inside them

Everybody's a work in progress. I'm a work in progress. I mean, I've never arrived... I'm still learning all the time.

The idea of trying to create things that last-forever knowledge-has guided my work for a long time now.

Endurance is frequently a form of indecision.

All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.

People know I was the last true champion.

I always felt that I was as good as the next person, and I didn't care what they had.

I never really spent time being jealous. Maybe I should have.