The aim of literature ... is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.

The aim of literature ... is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.

Any genuine work of art generates new work.

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.

I don’t think you can talk about progress in art—movement, but not progress.

My mother studied English and drama at the University of Pennsylvania, where my father studied architecture. She was a great influence in all sorts of ways, a wicked wit.

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