I've spent hundreds of hours working over words, and part of me, a large part of me, has a desire to do something else.

I've spent hundreds of hours working over words, and part of me, a large part of me, has a desire to do something else.

Tolstoy is one of the greatest artists in history, but he finally became infused with the idea of the uselessness of art. He gave himself to his own kind of religion.

Men aren't called pricks, but women are called cunts.

I feel that my job, as an artist, is to disturb the peace. And to disturb it intellectually, linguistically, politically and literally.

I have left out what I don't remember or don't know. Temperament, fear, shyness, obedience, kindness.

I was ruined before I got started. I say ruined, but I could say blessed; I was too far gone to believe in it. And I'm shocked how generation after generation repeats the behavior.