Really interesting novels, they always are so demanding of you on some level that you don't fall asleep.

What sort of attractions do you think lured our coreligionists out of the ghetto and into the mainstream of European culture? Was it the wit of Molière, or the ingenious stage mechanisms of Pixérécourt? Or was it simply the opportunity to cast an eye, without shame, upon the living, unclad human form?

I never wore a watch. I always depend on public clocks, and stores have clocks, but that is strange.

A picture story just doesn't run like a film. It doesn't have 24 frames per second. It doesn't deal with this illusion of movement. It's more like if you did an illuminated novel. I think both of those things should be running at full blast, not less of both so it becomes an easier thing. I think it should be twice as dense. That's just what interests me.

I live in an apartment building built in 1925, and it hasn't been heavily renovated, so I feel very much connected to that time and what went on in that place.

I was born Moishe Ketzelbourd but the Indians call me Maurice Cougar.

I think architectural appreciation would be a minor occupation after a nuclear war. People would just be happy to have something to eat.