I watch movies occasionally, and I watch documentaries. Virtually nothing else.

Dying was just an extended version of Ash Wednesday.

A person rises on a word and falls on a syllable.

When I work, I'm just translating the world around me in what seems to be straightforward terms. For my readers, this is sometimes a vision that's not familiar. But I'm not trying to manipulate reality. This is just what I see and hear.

I don't know what I think about certain subjects, even today, until I sit down and try to write about them.

The force of a death should be enormous but how can you know what kind of man you've killed or who was the braver and stronger if you have to peer through layers of glass that deliver the image but obscure the meaning of the act? War has a conscience or it's ordinary murder.

Hardship makes the world obscure.