The world is always greater than your desires; plenty is never enough.

Your memories become fantasies if they are not shared, and your life in all its triviality becomes a legend.

Despite all that I know rationally, and everything that I can put into words, I can say that I have difficulty giving up the notion of the nobility of art.

I like to blur the line between fact and fiction, but not to condescend to the reader by enmeshing her/him into some sort of a postmodern coop.

We, as writers, have to figure out a way to create a consciousness in language. It's crazy even to attempt to do that.

Politics is about ethics and morality, openly or not openly.

We hated pretentiousness; it was a form of self-hatred.