When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore.
I enjoy writing dialogue; it comes naturally to me.
Words, words. They're all we have to go on.
Underneath runs the main current of preoccupation, which is keeping one's nose clean at all times. This means that when things go wrong you have to pass the blame along the line, like pass-the-parcel, till the music stops.
We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.
I burn with no causes.