Are you aware that rushing toward a goal is a sublimated death wish? It's no coincidence we call them 'deadlines.'

Once, in a spasm of sappiness, you asked Q-Jo if she thought your dreams would ever come true. 'You aren't talking about dreams,' she corrected you, 'you're referring to your pathetic bourgeoisie ambitions. Dreams don't come true. Dreams are true.

Success can eliminate as many options as failure.

When we accept bad art because it's good politics, we're killing the swan to feed the chickens.

Anyone who maintains absolute standards of good and evil is dangerous. As dangerous as a maniac with a loaded revolver.

I am looking for the novelists whose writing is an extension of their intellect rather than an extension of their neurosis.

In the beginning was the thing. And one thing led to another.