World is supposed to mean something that's self-contained. but nothing is self-contained.

I marched and I protested against the war in Vietnam, along with many, many thousands of others. But I never quite understood the bombs that were placed in science labs or office buildings.

That's why people take vacations. No to relax or find excitement or see new places. To escape the death that exists in routine things.

Making things difficult for the reader is less an attack on the reader than it is on the age and its facile knowledge-market.

For me, wellbehaved books with neat plots and worked-out endings seem somewhat quaint in the face of the largely incoherent reality of modern life; and then again fiction, at least as I write it and think of it, is a kind of religious meditation in which language is the final enlightenment, and it is language, in its beauty, its ambiguity and its shifting textures, that drives my work.

Everything I've stated may prove to be total poppycock.... Perhaps time will tell. Perhaps time will do nothing of the kind.

All plots tend to move deathward. This is the nature of plots.