Norman Mailer thinks William Burroughs is a genius, which I think is ludicrous beyond words. I don't think William Burroughs has an ounce of talent.

I'm not a character in any of my books.

there is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.

It's like a jumble of huts in a jungle somewhere. I don't understand how you can live there. It's really, completely dead. Walk along the street, there's nothing moving. I've lived in small Spanish fishing villages which were literally sunny all day long everyday of the week, but they weren't as boring as Los Angeles.

The only obligation any artist can have is to himself. His work means nothing, otherwise. It has no meaning.

Most people don't find their creativity. There are more unsung geniuses that don't even know they have great talent.

There is nobody in the world that you can't get if you really concentrate on it, if you really want them. You've got to want it to the exclusion of everything else.