When I sit down to write, I just let the goose out of the bottle.

Summer had come to sit on New York's face.

The trickster's function is to break taboos, create mischief, stir things up. In the end, the trickster gives people what they really want, some sort of freedom.

I don't have a very high opinion, actually, of the world of criticism - or the practice of criticism. I think I admire art criticism, criticism of painting and sculpture, far more than I do that of say films and books, literary or film criticism. But I don't much like the practice. I think there are an awful lot of bad people in it.

Outlaws, like lovers, poets, and tubercular composers who cough blood onto piano keys, do their finest work in the slippery rays of the moon.

And it rained a screaming. And it rained a rawness. And it rained a plasma. And it rained a disorder.

The universe does not have laws. It has habits. And habits can be broken.