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.

There is a point in fighting. There is a point in struggle. Not wholesale revolution, maybe, that might not be possible, an absolutely just society, but there are plenty of spaces and places where it's worth putting up a fight.

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

For a fight to be productive, or at least relevant, writers should fight over different demands they put upon writing (as an individual, private act) and literature (a network of relations in which we are all involved).

Projecting yourself until everything is talking about you is, of course, a self-flattering form of self-pity

In some way there is no real life. It's always the story of your life that you're living.

I am just like everybody else...because there is nobody like me in the whole world.