I've got death inside me. It's just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.
Fame and secrecy are the high and low ends of the same fascination.
I watch movies occasionally, and I watch documentaries. Virtually nothing else.
Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.
There is a set of balances and rhythms to a novel that we can't experience in real life. So I think there is a sense in which fiction can rescue history from confusion.
I am ashamed every day, and more ashamed the next.