Any fool can write a novel but it takes real genius to sell it.

The human race sleepwalked to oblivion, thinking only of the corporate logos on it's shroud.

A visit to Père Lachaise in Paris adds a year to one's life

The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images, its dreams, its fantasies. No more. It's over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination, Watergate, Vietnam.

Most English writers are not interested in change but in the social novel. That demands a static backdrop. I'm intensely interested in change - probably as a matter of self-preservation. What the hell is going to happen next?

Most writers flinch at the thought of being completely honest about themselves. So absolute honesty is what marks the true modern.

I admired anyone who could unsettle people.