All writing is in fact cut-ups. A collage of words read heard overheard. What else?

Most serious writers refuse to make themselves available to the things that technology is doing. I've never been able to understand this sort of fear.

The way to kill a man or a nation is to cut off his dreams, the way the whites are taking care of the Indians: killing their dreams, their magic, their familiar spirits.

The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself. Of course he wants care and shelter. You don't buy love for nothing.

Artists to my mind are the real architects of change.

Quien sabe? Not me. The older I get the less I sabe, the less wisdom, maturity and caution I have.

The purpose of technology is not to confuse the brain but to serve the body.