Edmonton is not the end of the world but you can certainly see it from there.

A boy can be two, three, four potential people, but a man is only one. He murders the others.

Wherever I travel I'm too late. The orgy has moved elsewhere.

If you're writing a novel, you're in a room for three or four years. There's not much coming in from the outside.

If you caricature friends in your first novel they will be upset, but if you don't they will feel betrayed.

The revolution eats its own. Capitalism re-creates itself.

Mr. Bernard died on a Monday, at the age of seventy-five, his body wasted. He lay in state for two days in the lobby of the Bernard Gursky Tower and, as he failed to rise on the third, he was duly buried.