Writers don't have lifestyles. They just sit in little rooms and write.

One thing I've learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that.

We sail across dominions barely seen, washed by the swells of time. We plow through fields of magnetism. Past and future come together on thunderheads and our dead hearts live with lightning in the wounds of the Gods.

Writing can wreck your body. You sit there on the chair hour after hour and sweat your guts out to get a few words.

When the time comes, they won't ask what kind of a Jew you are.

The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation.

Culture's worth huge, huge risks. Without culture we're all totalitarian beasts.