I'm not reclusive at all. Just private.

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

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.

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

There is a set of balances and rhythms to a novel that we can't experience in real life. So I think there is a sense in which fiction can rescue history from confusion.

I think if you maintain a force in the world that comes into people's sleep, you are exercising a meaningful power.

We need time to lose interest in things.