The best way to live is by not knowing what will happen to you at the end of the day.

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.

Write about what you're afraid of.

The not-knowing is crucial to art, is what permits art to be made. Without the scanning process engendered by not-knowing, without the possibility of having the mind move in unanticipated directions, there would be no invention.

Capitalism arose and took off its pajamas. Another day, another dollar. Each man is valued at what he will bring in the marketplace. Meaning has been drained from work and assigned instead to remuneration.

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