“I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.”

“One day I’m going to find a way to rid you of that beast resting on your arm. (Artemis)(He looked at her over his shoulder.)And one day I’m going to find a way to rid myself of the beast resting on my back. (Acheron)”

“This week or last week, I don't really care about it anymore. I write myself this later, I tell myself you let me go.”

“Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.”

“...at last I understood that writing was this: an impulse to share with other people a feeling or truth that I myself had.”

“Now I found it in writing sentences. You can write that sentence in a way that you would have written it last year. Or you can write it in the way of the exquisite nuance that is sriting in your mind now. But that takes a lot of ... waiting for the right word to come.”