Kafka is still unrecognized. He thought he was a comic writer.

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.

All good criticism should be judged the way art is. You shouldn't read it the way you read history or science.

Critics? How do they happen? I know how it happened to me. I would send a poem or story to a magazine and they would say this doesn't suit our needs precisely but on the other hand you sound interesting. Would you be interested in doing a review?

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

Kafka is still unrecognized. He thought he was a comic writer.

When somebody asks me what I do, I don't think I'd say critic. I say writer.