Is death that which gives meaning to life? And I said, no, life is that which gives meaning to life.

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

Is death that which gives meaning to life?

He is mad about being small when you were big, but no, that's not it, he is mad about being helpless when you were powerful, but no, not that either, he is mad about being contingent when you were necessary, not quite it... he is insane because when he loved you, you didn't notice.

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.

Write about what you're afraid of.

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