I never reread what I've written. I'm far too afraid to feel ashamed of what I've done.

All theories are legitimate, no matter. What matters is what you do with them.

Im merely a dreamer, and then a writer, and my happiest moments are when I'm a reader.

The central problem of novel-writing is causality.

Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.

Art is very mysterious. I wonder if you can really do any damage to art. I think that when we're writing, something comes through or should come through, in spite of our theories. So theories are not really important.

We (the indivisible divinity that works in us) have dreamed the world. We have dreamed it resistant, mysterious, visible, ubiquitous in space and firm in time, but we have allowed slight, and eternal, bits of the irrational to form part of its architecture so as to know that it is false.