I am ashamed every day, and more ashamed the next.

Why is it so hard to be serious, so easy to be too serious?

Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit.

Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals.

A writer decides to follow some ideas and not others for reasons that aren't always clear to him. It's often a matter of intuition.

Everything that goes on in your whole life is a result of molecules rushing around somewhere in your brain.

Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be humans forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field.