In searching for a way out of my own troubles, I had found my way into the troubles of others, some long gone, and now I was trying to find my way back out, through their troubles, as if we human beings can ever learn from one another.

A person always has a chance to protest this or that.

If he acts, if he doesn't, it's meaningless. The whole thing goes forward. No one is important. No one at all.

I begin with an image of some sort, just as if you saw something out of a window, and then went to the window to see what it was.

Sunday was always the best of days for being the self you had intended to be, but were not, for one reason or another.

It is at the heart of our human enterprise, that is to say, at the heart of society, to allow consensus a power it ought not to have.

A beginning idea for a book might be: a boy emerges from a hole in the ground. He enters a house. The book will take place in the first ten minutes following his arrival.