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

Look past the violence. There is a wonderful brimming spirit of innocence and fun.

Silence, exile, cunning and so on... it's my nature to keep quiet about most things. Even the ideas in my work.

Making things difficult for the reader is less an attack on the reader than it is on the age and its facile knowledge-market.

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

The future belongs to crowds.

It's true that some of us become better writers by living long enough. But this is also how we become worse writers. The trick is to die in between.