I say the sentences again and again in my head until they sound right.

One of the many things I do not understand about Americans is this: what is it like to be a citizen of a superpower, to maintain democratically the means of planetary extinction. I wonder how this contributes to the dreamlife of America, a dreamlife that is so deep and troubled.

Weapons are like money; no one knows the meaning of enough.

I'm not interested in making a diagnostic novel or a concern. I'm 100 percent committed in fiction to the pleasure principle - that's what fiction is, and should be.

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

Envy never comes to the ball dressed as envy; it comes dressed as high moral standards or distaste for materialism.

More will mean worse.