In the end, the art of hunger can be described as an existential art. It is a way of looking death in the face, and by death I mean death as we live it today: without God, without hope of salvation. Death as the abrupt and absurd end of life

Writing has always had a tactile quality for me. It's a physical experience.

As long as you are dreaming, there is always a way out

I've been very lucky in this second marriage. It's just luck. It's absolute luck. And I can only marvel at it. So many other things could have happened that didn't, so overall I feel blessed.

We're outsiders, and so when we walk through the city, we're there and not there at the same time, participating and observing simultaneously.

Wounds are an essential part of life, and until you are wounded in some way, you cannot become a man.

The kind of fiction I'm trying to write is about telling the truth.