I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.

Death deserves dignity.

I am an American – Chicago born.

A man should be able to hear, and to bear, the worst that could be said of him.

I've discovered that rejections are not altogether a bad thing. They teach a writer to rely on his own judgment and to say in his heart of hearts, 'To hell with you.'

A person either creates or destroys. There is no neutrality.

How could I be anything but a dissenter? Who wants the opinion of a group?