I work with language. I love the flowers of afterthought.
A writer has to surprise himself to be worth reading.
Of course it would cost something, but he was an expert in cutting corners; and when there were no more corners left he would make circles rounder.
No use fanning up hot coals when you have to walk across them.
It was all those biographies in me yelling, 'We want out. We want to tell you what we've done to you.'
What suffering has taught me is the uselessness of suffering.