So hot that August comes on not like a month but like an affliction;
When we lose that sense of the possible we lose it fast.
It is not exactly any of these things. It is simply and rather astonishingly an enlarged version of a very common kind of California tract house, a monument not to colossal ego but to a weird absence...
It all comes back. Perhaps it is difficult to see the value in having one's self back in that kind of mood, but I do see it; I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we use...
I tell you this true story just to prove that I can. That my frailty has not yet reached a point at which I can no longer tell a true story.
I did not always think he was right nor did he always think I was right but we were each the person the other trusted.
I am what I am. To look for reasons is beside the point.
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. And I have asked to be where no storms come.
I realized that for the time being I could not trust myself to present a coherent face to the world.
We might, in that indeterminate period they call mourning, be in a submarine, silent on the ocean's bed, aware of the depth charges, now near and now far, buffeting us with recollections. . . .Grief i...
Before I'd written movies, I never could do big set-piece scenes with a lot of different speakers - when you've got twelve people around a dinner table talking at cross purposes. I had always been imp...
What happened in New York and Washington and abroad seemed to impinge not at all upon the Sacramento min. I remember being taken to call upon a very old woman, a rancher's widow, who was reminiscing (...
In New Orleans they have mastered the art of the motionless. In
I invent a reason for the Hertz attendant to start the rental car.I am seventy-five years old: this is not the reason I give.
Another thing I need to do, when I'm near the end of the book, is sleep in the same room with it...Somehow the book doesn't leave you when you're asleep right next to it.
I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.
There was silence. Something real was happening: this was, as it were, her life. If she could keep that in mind she would be able to play it through, do the right thing, whatever that meant.
Someone who lives always with a plane schedule in the drawer lives on a slightly different calendar.
Memories are what you no longer want to remember.
In fact I had no idea how to be a wife.