Doesn't our knowledge of death make life more precious?' What good is a preciousness based on fear and anxiety? It's an anxious quivering thing

I don’t want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.

Was she naked?" Lasher said. "To the waist," Cotsakis said. "From which direction?" Lasher said.

When my head is in the typewriter the last thing on my mind is some imaginary reader. I don't have an audience; I have a set of standards.

The world is full of abandoned meanings. In the commonplace I find unexpected themes and intensities.

The world is shrinking into a kind of technological funnel. I think people are drawn into their technological devices, and this becomes a kind of subjective universe, into which much of the rest of the world simply does not enter.

I see contemporary violence as a kind of sardonic response to the promise of consumer fulfilment in America.