The Uruguayans have a sort of purity. I don't know where they got it, and I doubt even if they know from where they got it. Perhaps they didn't kill off their major population.

Addictions do come in handy sometimes: at least you have to get out of bed for them.

Don't dumb down; always write for your top five percent of readers.

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

Love might have expanded her. But we are not all of us going to get loved. We are not all of us going to get expanded.

Probably human cruelty is fixed and eternal. Only styles change.

The trouble with life is its amorphousness, its ridiculous fluidity. Look at it: thinly plotted, largely themeless, sentimental and ineluctably trite. The dialogue is poor, or at least violently uneven. The twists are either predictable or sensationalist. And it’s always the same beginning, and the same ending.