I'm not terribly happy about rock and roll. Certain rock music is uninspiring, numbing; it makes you feel like an idiot.

If a spectator with a philosophical mind, somebody accustomed to reading books, gets the same kind of information in a movie, he might not fully understand it.

What better model of a synthesis than a nocturnal dream? Dreams simplify, don't they?

I haven't been the kind of writer about whom book-length academic studies have been written.

Hitchcock makes it very clear to us. There's an objective and a subjective camera, like there's a third- and a first-person narrator in literature.

It's my own personal unconscious that ultimately creates the novel's aesthetic facade.

I would very much like to become a best-selling author.