Tamed as it may be, sexuality remains one of the demonic forces in human consciousness - pushing us at intervals close to taboo and dangerous desires, which range from the impulse to commit sudden arbitrary violence upon another person to the voluptuous yearning for the extinction of one's consciousness, for death itself. Even on the level of simple physical sensation and mood, making love surely resembles having an epileptic fit at least as much as, if not more than, it does eating a meal or conversing with someone.

...what I write is smarter than I am. Because I can rewrite it.

I write essays first because I have a passionate relationship to the subject and second because the subject is one that people are not talking about.

Quotation is a method of appropriation which is invincible, I think. It's not a procedure which displeases me, contrary to recycling.

The danger, when not too dangerous, fascinate.

To make your life being a writer, it's an auto-slavery ... you are both the slave and the task-master.

My emotional life: dialectic between craving for privacy and need to submerge myself in a passionate relationship to another.