I feel that I am doing the minimum amount of damage to other possibilities that may take place in a reader's head.

I don't know what it is I'm doing. But it's not that. Despite all evidence to the contrary.

I really think I write about everyday life. I don't think I'm quite as odd as others say I am. Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that's what makes it so boring.

All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.... You can describe all the externals of a performance - everything, in fact, but what really constitutes its core. Explaining something makes it go away, so to speak; what's important is what's left over after you've explained everything else.

More is happening out there than we are aware of. It is possibly due to some unknown direful circumstance.

It's well we cannot hear the screams we make in other people's dreams.

If you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point.