Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.

Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.

Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better

When people read his books they have an uncontrollable desire to hang the author in the town square. I can’t think of a higher honor for a writer.

I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don't have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.

As time goes by, as time goes by, the whip-crack of the years, the precipice of illusions, the ravine that swallows up all human endeavour except the struggle to survive.

Nothing is ever behind us.