Any genuine work of art generates new work.

There was no particular point at which I stopped being promising.

Endings are elusive, middles are nowhere to be found, but worst of all is to begin, to begin, to begin.

Painters, especially American painters since the Second World War, have been much more troubled, beset by formal perplexity, than American writers. Theyve been a laboratory for everybody.

Faint equivalents can sometimes be found ... . Or it can be rendered obliquely-an adolescent's mental image of his or her parents making love, which must be something on the order of crocodiles mating.

Well chaps first I'd like to say a few vile things more or less at random, not only because it is expected of me but also because I enjoy it.

Is death that which gives meaning to life?