I think the writer has to be responsible to signs and dreams. If you don't do anything with it, you lose it.

Nothing the writer can do is ever enough.

But who knows what good might come from the least of us? From the bones of old horses is made the most beautiful Prussian Blue.

What a story is, is devious. It pretends transparency, forthrightness. It engages with ordinary people, ordinary matters, recognizable stuff. But this is all a masquerade. What good stories deal with is the horror and incomprehensibility of time, the dark encroachment of old catastrophes...

There is a certain type of conversation one hears only when one is drunk and it is like a dream, full of humor and threat and significance, deep significance.

One is always enthralled, I think, when a young writer you're just beginning to read and comprehend dies.

A side benefit of the new and developing technologies is that soon we won't have to feel guilty about the suffering and denigration of the animals because we will have made them up.