I think it is vanity to want to put into a story anything but the story itself.

Literature is ... a game, but it's a game one can put one's life into.

I think it is vanity to want to put into a story anything but the story itself.

Memory weaves and traps us at the same time according to a scheme in which we do not participate: we should never speak of our memory, for it is anything but ours; it works on its own terms, it assists us while deceiving us or perhaps deceives up to assist us.

Wordplay hides a key to reality that the dictionary tries in vain to lock inside every free word.

I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses.

When one wants to write, one writes. If one is condemned to write, one writes.