I don't think there would be many jokes, if there weren't constant frustration and fear and so forth. It's a response to bad troubles like crime.

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.

Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been.

I think it can be tremendously refreshing if a creator of literature has something on his mind other than the history of literature so far. Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to speak.

Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.

Hardly anyone in the world is an American

Man is vile, and man makes nothing worth making, knows nothing worth knowing.