I've never worked for a newspaper. I've had some very bad reviews in newspapers.

I've been working, working, working, and you know, sometimes you look back at your work and you see that it just isn't any good.

I am a completely horizontal author. I can't think unless I'm lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch.

I know the next best thing is often the very best.

Most contemporary novelists, especially the American and the French, are too subjective, mesmerized by private demons; theyre enraptured by their navels and confined by a view that ends with their own toes.

So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived

think of nothing things think of wind