Someone dying asks if there is life after death. Yes, comes the answer, only not yours.

Planning to write is not writing.

Like art and politics, gangsterism is a very important avenue of assimilation into society.

When I'm writing, I like to seal everything off and face the wall, not to look outside the window. The only way out is through the sentences.

I lived in New York for a couple months. It seemed to me at first an incredibly clean place with well-dressed people and washed cars and bright-painted red-and-yellow streetcars and white buildings.

Time seems to me a drift, a shifting of sand. And my mind is shifting with it. I am wearing away.

Every major work of art is a transgression, but the artist is not necessarily, by nature, a transgressor.