The more rapidly the water moves, the lighter it seems.
Love goes away when your mind goes away and then you're someone else.
Life doesn't exist inside language: too bad for me.
We come crawling through these cracks, orphans, lobotomies; if you ask me what I want, I'll tell you. I want everything. Whole rotten world come down and break. Let me spread my legs.
First of all, writing at best - certainly fiction writing - more and more I think is magic.
I understand that when people read my books that there's something there - but I don't identify with it.