People are least aware of others when demonstrating their own power over them.

A neighbor is something that belongs to the stable world of home life, the thing that lives next door to you.

The writing you allude to is a form of dissent, but it's also expressive of the need to evolve beyond what is turgid and stale in contemporary fiction.

If love is what is held to make us immortal, hatred is the reverse.

I think a lot of artists no longer want to participate in or be associated with narrative because of its corruptedness in contemporary culture.

There are certain types of slightly hysterical human characters who, rather than creating, walk around with a sense of their own potential - it's as if they themselves were art objects. They feel as if their lives are written narratives, or pieces of music.

The distinctive feature of my family was intolerance of sensitivity and emotion - everything's great, it all has to be great all the time and why do you have to spoil it? Whereas probably the most fundamental and important thing to me has been defending my right to tell the truth about how I feel.