I think the names of colors are at the edge, between where language fails and where it's at its most powerful.

It's a terrible poison, writing.

...it is not possible to create the opposite of what one has always known, simply because the opposite is believed to be desired. Human beings need what they already know, even horrors.

Biographies are no longer written to explain or explore the greatness of the great. They redress balances, explore secret weaknesses, demolish legends.

Where would we be without inhibitions? Theyre quite useful things when you look at some of the things humans do if they lose them.

I do not want to be a relative and passive being, anywhere. I want to live and love and write.

That is human nature, that people come after you, willingly enough, provided only that you no longer love or want them.