Taste has no system and no proofs.

I write in spurts. I write when I have to because the pressure builds up and I feel enough confidence that something has matured in my head and I can write it down. But once something is really under way, I don't want to do anything else. I don't go out, much of the time I forget to eat, I sleep very little. It's a very undisciplined way of working and makes me not very prolific. But I'm too interested in many other things.

The only transformation that interests me is a total transformation - however minute

As objects of contemplation, images of the atrocious can answer to several different needs. To steel oneself against weakness. To make oneself more numb. To acknowledge the existence of the incorrigible.

Time exists in order that everything doesn’t happen all at once…and space exists so that it doesn’t all happen to you.

Mad people = People who stand alone and burn. I'm attracted to them because they give me permission to do the same.

Thinking, writing are ultimately questions of stamina.