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

Insanity's so personal. It's hard to know who shares our secrets.

When he died he would not end. The world would end.

We commit our crimes at night and reveal ourselves in the high noon of studio lights.

First you look for discipline and control. You want to exercise your will, bend the language your way, bend the world your way. You want to control the flow of impulses, images, words, faces, ideas. But there's a higher place, a secret aspiration. You want to let go. You want to lose yourself in language, become a carrier or messenger.

I saw a photograph of a wedding conducted by Reverend Moon of the Unification Church. I wanted to understand this event, and the only way to understand it was to write about it.

Being called a 'bad citizen' is a compliment to a novelist, at least to my mind. That's exactly what we ought to do.