You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.

I think art comes from some sense of discomfort with the world, some sense of not quite fitting with it.

Any writer will be happy and good only if they know what they're doing and why they're doing it.

Just as art brings you to another place, so does religion - and to ask questions of factuality tends to reduce both. If you say you were inspired by a novel, that implies that your book is a work of fiction.

My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.

We are all born like Catholics, aren't we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?

If you don't have dreams, how do you maneuver reality? Where do you get the ideas to change reality if not from dreams?