Every grain of experience is food for the greedy growing soul of the artist.
Language exists less to record the actual than to liberate the imagination.
As we are all solipsists, and all die, the world dies with us. Only very minor literature aims at apocalypse.
The practice of fiction can be dangerous: it puts ideas into the head of the world.
All novels are experimental.
It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now.