Faulkner sat in our living room and read from Light in August. That was incredible.
I liked Camille Paglia. I liked her even better when I heard her talk.
My assignment is what every writer's assignment is: tell the truth of his own time.
DeLillo never seems committed to me to what he is writing. Very nice surfaces, but he's got nothing underneath.
When somebody asks me what I do, I don't think I'd say critic. I say writer.
Gertrude Stein really thought of Hemingway as frail. He almost married Stein.