Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it's a game, all right - I'll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren't any hot-shots, then what's a game about it? Nothing. No game.

There's a marvelous peace in not publishing, there's a stillness. When you publish, the world thinks you owe something. If you don't publish, they don't know what you're doing. You can keep it for yourself.

You can hit my father over the head with a chair and he won't wake up, but my mother, all you have to do to my mother is cough somewhere in Siberia and she'll hear you.

I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.

Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.

I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

You think of the book you'd most like to be reading, and then you sit down and shamelessly write it.