Journalism encourages haste ... and haste is the enemy of art.

I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone.

Life is fragmentary, and the pattern that creativity can offer is not one that is imposed, not something rigid, but rather something which can reveal the intrinsic patterns of that fragmentation. Things are in a perpetual dance, but there is an order. It's not really random at all.

After every ''victory'' you have more enemies.

Naked is the best disguise.

I don't see myself as some kind of lone figure standing out there and doing my work in solitary splendour, but as part of the human condition and part of the continuum of writers.

When people looked at him they had the feeling of being shut out. He did not shut them out. He shut himself in.