Why does nothing change, even when you set out for a faraway place?

[We often] criticize the people on TV: 'He just can't act.' 'You call that singing?' ... We get jealous not because we're evil, but because we have little artists pent up inside us.

Novels are food for the leftover hours of life, the in-between times, the moments of waiting.

Sometimes fiction is more easily understood than true events. Reality is often pathetic.

A novel, basically, is writing one sentence — then, without violating the scope of the first one, writing the next sentence.

I always take a close look at those who lose themselves in self portraits. They are solitary souls, prone to introspection, who have really grappled with their existence.

When the moon covers the sun, we have a solar eclipse. What do you call it when birds do that?