Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.
Everyman, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.
You have to write a million words before you find your voice as a writer.
I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit.
To make living itself an art, that is the goal.
Somewhere along the way one discovers that what one has to tell is not nearly so important as the telling itself.