People say great art is immortal. I say there's something mortal in it. It carries a glimpse of death.
Any assault on the borders of perception is going to seem rash at first.
There were moments when she wasn't talking so much as fading into time, dropping back into some funnelled stretch of recent past.
America can be saved only by what it's trying to destroy.
Brilliant people never think of the lives they smash, being brilliant.
I would never write in response to what I believe the public wanted or needed.