As is said about most writers: on the one hand all I ever did from when I was a child was read, and I was a loner, which was furthered by my parents and my upbringing.

I cannot stand public attention, I just can't. Of course, if I may I might write something instead

I think isolation is one of the greatest problems, an ever-growing obstacle to political solidarity.

Eroding solidarity paradoxically makes a society more susceptible to the construction of substitute collectives and fascisms of all kinds.

Art and order, the relatives that refuse to relate.

I have the feeling it will influence my future writing to the extent that without any material worries I could develop a greater ease, even lightheartedness, in my writing

Love points the way. Desire is its ignorant advisor.