Writing a novel is not so much a project as a journey, a voyage, an adventure.

The mission of the artist in an over-technologi zed society, is to call the old magic back to life.

I sweet potato what I sweet potato.

The pervasive brutality in current fiction - the death, disease, dysfunction, depression, dismemberment, drug addiction, dementia, and dreary little dramas of domestic discord - is an obvious example of how language in exploitative, cynical or simply neurotic hands can add to the weariness, the darkness in the world.

We approach the divine by enlarging our souls and lighting up our brains.

Love is the ultimate outlaw.

When a culture is being dumbed down as effectively as ours is, its narrative arts (literature, film, theatre) seem to vacillate between the brutal and the bland, sometimes in the same work.