I've imagined great victories, and I've imagined great races. The races are better.

I'm sort of murdered for selling books. The idea is, if you make money your work can't be literary.

Marxists are people whose insides are torn up day after day because they want to rule the world and no one will even publish their letter to the editor.

Such a thing as the child left alone to die in the hallway was unknown on the marsh. But here, in the dawn, was mortality itself. In the city were places to fall from which one could never emerge -- dark dreams and slow death, the death of children, suffering without grace or redemption, ultimate and eternal loss. The memory of the child stayed with him. But that was not to be the end of it, for reality went around in a twisting ring. Even the irredeemable would be redeemed, and there was a balance for everything. There had to be.

Writing is still my main career, but I would love, for instance, to serve in the New York State Assembly.

People's position on immigration, once they get "sophisticated," and they rise to the higher levels of commentary or government, it's usually determined solely by economics. And not by anything else.

I've imagined great victories, and I've imagined great races. The races are better.