There's not a strong autobiographical strain in my fiction. A few bits of fact here and there.

I don't think you can talk about progress in art - movement, but not progress. You can speak of a point on a line for the purpose of locating things, but it's a horizontal line, not a vertical one.

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

Art is not difficult because it wishes to be difficult, but because it wishes to be art.

Food ... is the topmost taper on the golden candelabrum of existence.

Anathematization of the world is not an adequate response to the world.

I think writers like old cities and are made very nervous by new cities.