Every moment is all the things that have happened before and all the things that are going to happen, and...the way all those things look at one point on their way along a line.

You write something and there’s no reality to it. You can’t inject it with any kind of reality. You have to be patient and keep going, and then, one day, you can feel something signaling to you from the innermost recesses. Like a little person trapped under the rubble of an earthquake. And very, very, very slowly you find your way toward the little bit of living impulse.

Art is inherently subversive. It’s destabilizing. It undermines what you already know and what you already think. It is the opposite of propaganda.

It's broadening. You meet people in your family you'd never happen to run into otherwise.

I'm a person with virtually no feelings.

Everything makes me angry, unless it makes me sad.

Nothing is more fortifying than learning that you have a real reader, a reader who truly responds both accurately and actively. It gives you courage, and you feel, I can crawl out on the branch a little further. It’s going to hold.