Most journalists are broken down alcoholics.

The world is telling you through The New York Times and The New York Review of Books "You must shut up. You must never appear again. Because you are not relevant to us." So you have to fight their attempt to destroy you, fight to continue feeling.

As always, I wonder if I'll get through the winter. Then when winter is over, I wonder about the summer. But that's because the system decided which author shall be commercially successful. As I said, the most vicious of them all is The New York Times, because it pretends to be literary and impartial, and it's really this opinionated, myopic, stupid giant of incompetence.

Almost everything official in America is a huge fraud.

The public is totally illiterate in America. It can't read at all. It's absolutely insensitive to words.

I've never been in fashion. Not at all.

The worse the author, the more he is known.