Everyone now knows how to find the meaning of life within himself.

I am a monopolar depressive descended from monopolar depressives. That's how come I write so good.

This is a nation tragedy, of course - that we've changed from a society to an audience.

Charm was a scheme for making strangers like and trust a person immediately, no matter what the charmer had in mind.

The artist makes his living by pretending, by putting it in a meaningful hole though no such holes exist.

The library is full of stories of supposed triumphs which makes me very suspicious of it. It's misleading for people to read about great successes, since even for middle-class and upper-class white people, in my experience, failure is the norm.

I'm a painter in my dreams, you know.