My memories pale as I prevail upon them again and again. They become more and more ghostly. I fear nothing so much as losing them altogether and having only my blank endless mind to live in.

If you feel a bump on page one hundred, it may be you went off on page fifty.

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.

Stories distribute the suffering so that it can be borne.

Communists have no respect for people, only for positions.

Because like all whores you value propriety. You are creature of capitalism, the ethics of which are so totally corrupt and hypocritical that your beauty is no more than the beauty of gold, which is to say false and cold and useless.

Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader - not the fact that it is raining, but the feeling of being rained upon.