There's a point at which when I start to know a man well--this isn't true of women--I wonder whether there's something in him that's evil. Something that's pure and can't be touched. This quality of evil may be related to the quality of artistry, for an artist has the same characteristics.

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

I have become interested in languages which I cannot make up, which I cannot create or even create in: I have become interested in languages which I can only come up upon (as I disappear), a pirate upon buried treasure. The dreamer, the dreaming, the dream. I call these languages, languages of the body.

i am a limitless series of natural disasters and all of these disasters have been unnaturally repressed.

A novel is a book with a lot of pages.

And I'm working at trying to find a kind of language where I won't be so easily modulated by expectation.

The more rapidly the water moves, the lighter it seems.