The brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought.

It is only through disruptions and confusion that we grow, jarred out of ourselves by the collision of someone else's private world with our own.

Boxing has become America's tragic theater.

Critics sometimes appear to be addressing themselves to works other than those I remember writing.

Detroit, my 'great' subject, made me the person I am, consequently the writer I am - for better or worse.

Your punishment if you're a woman. Not loved enough.

It is important for me to discover the ideal title, for without this title the story or novel isn't quite in focus.