To read a novel requires a certain kind of concentration, focus, devotion to the reading. If you read a novel in more than two weeks, you don't read the novel really.

For a pure sense of being tumultuously alive, you can't beat the nasty side of existence.

I am marked like a road map from head to toe with my repressions. You can travel the length and breadth of my body over superhighways of shame and inhibition and fear.

When you publish a book, it's the world's book. The world edits it.

This is what you know about someone you have to hate: he charges you with his crime and castigates himself in you.

If you read a novel in more than two weeks, you don't read the novel really.

Each book starts from ashes really. I don't feel that I have this to say or that to say or this story to tell or that story to tell, but I want to be occupied with the writing process while I'm living.