The black situation has changed. They finally realized they're Americans.

I used to be fond of Indian arm wrestling.

There is a place in men's lives where pictures do in fact bleed, ghosts gibber and shriek, maidens run forever through mysterious landscapes from nameless foes; that place is, of course, the world of dreams and of the repressed guilts and fears that motivate them [i.e., the unconscious]. This world the dogmatic optimism and shallow psychology of the Age of Reason had denied; and yet this world it is the final, perhaps the essential, purpose of the gothic romance to assert.

When all of us are forgotten, people will still be remembering Stephen King.

The reason Saul Bellow doesn't talk to me anymore is because he knows his new novels are not worth reading.

Foucault was the one person I met in France that I could talk to. He was a mensch. You know whether you agree with him or not because you know what he is saying.

DeLillo never seems committed to me to what he is writing. Very nice surfaces, but he's got nothing underneath.