There are moments in life when it is all turned inside out--what is real becomes unreal, what is unreal becomes tangible, and all your levelheaded efforts to keep a tight ontological control are rendered silly and indulgent.

I cannot think of a country in which I would be happy with the government and dominant ideology and available propaganda.

Washington D.C.! Congress is full of self-declared outsiders.

Sometimes I don't write at all. Someone once asked me, "What do you do when you're not writing?" And I said, "I idle."

The people who listened to rock 'n' roll, I thought, were bound together against the people who didn't listen to rock 'n' roll. That, of course, didn't work at all. Your taste in rock 'n' roll does not say anything about you, morally or otherwise.

You devise ways to tell a story that complies with your sensibility. Style and method are really extensions of your present sensibility.

What I don't like about America is not necessarily an American thing; it's a capitalist thing. This is the Vatican of capitalism.