I don't want to die. I think death is a greatly overrated experience.

The human animal dances wildest on the edge of the grave.

...funny how people want a return to the good ole days. Of coarse the good ole days of being a rich white plantation owner. Everyone seems to forget the poor white farmer.

I mean, what do people talk about when they're married?" "Their kids, I guess." "Maybe that's all they have in common.

It's an act of faith to be a writer in a postliterate world.

Language is decanted and shared. If only one person is left alive speaking a language - the case with some American Indian languages - the language is dead. Language takes two and their multiples.

If critics want to help me, let them come sit next to me while I'm writing.