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.

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.

All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.

A small and sinister snow seems to be coming down relentlessly at present. The radio says it is eventually going to be sleet and rain, but I don't think so; I think it is just going to go on and on, coming down, until the whole world...etc. It has that look.

My mission in life is to make everybody as uneasy as possible. I think we should all be as uneasy as possible, because that's what the world is like.

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