Works of art are meant to be lived with and loved, and if we try to understand them, we should try to understand them as we try to understand anyone — in order to know them better, not in order to know something else.

Blue is therefore most suitable as the color of interior life.

I write because I hate. A lot. Hard.

The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words.

The expression to write something down suggests a descent of thought to the fingers whose movements immediately falsify it.

I cannot walk under the wires. The sparrows scatter like handfuls of gravel. Really, wires are voices in thin strips. They are words wound in cables. Bars of connection.

What one wants to do with stories is screw them up.