Time, the human dimension, which makes us everything we are.

If you want to know the real meaning of pornography, it is the utter dissociation of love and sex, the banishment of love from the sexual arena.

I think writers are excited by stupidity and bad behavior, generally.

Let me assure you that the humourless as a bunch don't just not know what's funny, they don't know what's serious. They have no common sense, either, and shouldn't be trusted with anything.

Perhaps there are other bits of my life that would take on content, take on shadow, if only I read more and thought less about money.

Every writer hopes or boldly assumes that his life is in some sense exemplary, that the particular will turn out to be universal.

People? People are chaotic quiddities living in one cave each. They pass the hours in amorous grudge and playback and thought experiment. At the campfire they put the usual fraction on exhibit, and listen to their own silent gibber about how they're feeling and how they're going down. We've been there. Death helps. Death gives us something to do. Because it's a fulltime job looking the other way.