I don't fear death. I'm not obsessed with it the way everybody else seems to be. It's wrong to say "everybody," but in literature I see it all the time - preoccupation with it, philosophical preoccupation, in fact. That's a principle element of literature and philosophy, often cited as the main element, the only real element. I say give it up.

There comes a time when you realize that everything is a dream, and only those things preserved in writing have any possibility of being real.

I'd say the biggest relationship is the repetition of certain themes. I don't want to say "topics," but certain points of interest.

Dialogue's a method of revelation, of course. A few words of dialogue can reveal worlds about a character.

Dresscodes are for styleless people.

Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave

I'm a frotteur, someone who likes to rub words in his hand, to turn them around and feel them, to wonder if that really is the best word possible.