It's fine, precise, detailed work, the infinitely small motor management of diamond cutters and safecrackers that we do in our heads.

I don't believe less is more. I believe that more is more. I believe that less is less, fat fat, thin thin and enough is enough.

Writing is an exercise in sculpture, chipping away at the rock until you find the nose.

But it's hard to talk about art. Maybe there should be a law against it, some First Amendment gag order like crying fire in a crowded theater.

The furthest out is the only place to be.

It's fine, precise, detailed work, the infinitely small motor management of diamond cutters and safecrackers that we do in our heads.

Life's tallest order is to keep the feelings up, to make two dollars' worth of euphoria go the distance. And life can't do that. So fiction does.