All art at a certain level is entertainment. We go to a tragedy by Sophocles to be entertained.

What is money, after all? Almost nothing, when one has a sufficiency of it.

I like ideas. I find them more exciting than human behavior for the most part.

I would be far more critical than any reviewer could be of my own work. So I simply don't read them.

I have this fantasy. I'm walking past a bookshop and I click my fingers and all my books go blank. So I can start again and get it right.

Enormous morning, ponderous, meticulous; gray light streaking each bare branch, each single twig, along one side, making another tree, of glassy veins.

A man is not much if he can't depend on himself, and nothing if others can't depend on him.