Literature is that which denounces and slashes apart the repressing machine at the level of the signified.

We get on the bandwagon in all sorts of ways - you know minor ways and major ways - like what you've just encountered which isn't censorship exactly, it was something sort of uglier in a way.

On the surface we all act like we all love each other and we're free and easy, and actually we're far more moralistic than any other society I've ever lived in.

Life doesn't exist inside language: too bad for me.

Yeah, I mean, I put work out there for people to use and I'm grateful when you use it.

After Hatuey, a fifteenth-century Indian insurrectionist, had been fixed to the stake, his Spanish captors extended him the choice of converting to Christianity and ascending to Heaven of going unrepentantly to Hell. Gathering that his executioners expected to go to heaven, Hatuey chose the other

First of all, writing at best - certainly fiction writing - more and more I think is magic.