It is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.

People think about who they are in the stillest hour of the night.

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.

Some people are larger than life. Hitler is larger than death.

Past, present and future are not amenities of language. Time unfolds into the seamsof being. It passes through you, making and shaping.

Before pop art, there was such a thing as bad taste. Now there's kitsch, schlock, camp, and porn.

Technology is lust removed from nature.