I love the laconic. Clearly, I am not of their number.

It is always self-defeating to pretend to the style of a generation younger than your own; it simply erases your own experience in history.

the time for prizes and competitions at art festivals is over. Competition is too closely tied to values that are alien to the arts.

Self-pity” is just sadness, I think, in the pejorative.

I took a little celebrational nap.

I think maybe writers come from different planets. I mean, not in any sense as extravagant as Baryshnikov. But there are some writers who understand each other this way and others who understand each other that way. Then there's this great herd, the "herd of independent minds."

A favorite strategy was the paragraph-terminating: Right? Followed immediately by Wrong. This linear invitation to a mugging was considered a strategy of wit.