There was no particular point at which I stopped being promising.

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

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

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.

Art is not difficult because it wishes to be difficult, rather because it wishes to be art. However much the writer might long to be straightforward, these virtues are no longer available to him. He discovers that in being simple, honest, straightforward, nothing much happens.

Write about what you're afraid of.

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