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.

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

I think fiction comes from everything you've ever done, and said, and dreamed, and imagined. It comes from everything you've read and haven't read... I think my work comes out of the culture of the world around me. I think that's where my language comes from.

People say great art is immortal. I say there's something mortal in it. It carries a glimpse of death.

When I read obituaries I always note the age of the deceased. Automatically I relate this figure to my own age. Four years to go, I think. Nine more years. Two years and I'm dead. The power of numbers is never more evident than when we use them to speculate on the time of our dying.

Writers in repressive societies are considered dangerous. That's why so many of them are in jail.

When birds look into houses, what impossible worlds they see.