I am not particularly distressed by the state of fiction or the role of the writer. The more marginal, perhaps ultimately the more trenchant and observant and finally necessary he'll become.

Silence, exile, cunning and so on... it's my nature to keep quiet about most things. Even the ideas in my work.

Even when you self-destruct, you want to fail more, lose more, die more than others, stink more than others.

Digital clocks took the 'space' out of time.

Longing on a large scale makes history.

Man's guilt in history and in the tides of his own blood has been complicated by technology, the daily seeping falsehearted death.

What good is knowledge if it just floats in the air? It goes from computer to computer. It changes and grows every second of every day. But nobody actually knows anything.