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

Maybe writing can't be taught, but editing can be taught—prayer, fasting and self-mutilation.

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

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.

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

How can you be alienated without first having been connected?

The privileged classes can afford psychoanalysis and whiskey. Whereas all we get is sermons and sour wine. This is manifestly unfair. I protest, silently.