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.

There are so many things we've been brought up to believe that it takes you an awfully long time to realize that they aren't you.

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.

I tend to be rather inconsequential and trail off.

Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.

Explaining something makes it go away, so to speak; what's important is left after you have explained everything else.

I've never had any intentions about anything. That's why I am where I am today, which is neither here nor there, in a literal sense.