Our culture is obsessed with real events because we experience hardly any.
The novel is dead. Long live the antinovel, built from scraps.
To me, the moment you're talking about nonfiction you're talking about reality.
Momentum, in literary mosaic, derives not from narrative but from the subtle, progressive buildup of thematic resonances.
I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.
A book should either allow us to escape existence or teach us how to endure it.