I don't really see art as structured by logic.

I am not a sun person at all. I think it's a cancerous poison and I don't want it touching me.

It's really a misconception to identify the writer with the main character, given that the author creates all the characters in the book. In certain ways, I'm every character. Then again, there is a huge gap between me as a person and what I do in the novel.

In short, I'm pretty suspicious of the idea that there's a real and true and authentic world, and then a bunch of false ones.

To be alive is to listen quietly while other people talk. That's how you learn something.

Violence, factory politics - these things simply form some bedrock of what interests me, but I'm a child of the twentieth century. And I don't see reality and its violence, wars, oppression, etc., and fiction as counterposed.

The desire for love is universal but that has never meant it’s worthy of respect. It’s not admirable to want love, it just is.