Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

Novels institutionalize the ruse of eros. It becomes a narrative texture of sustained incongruence, emotional and cognitive. It permits the reader to stand in triangular relation to the characters in the story and reach into the text after the objects of their desire, sharing their longing but also detached from it, seeing their view of reality but also its mistakenness. It is almost like being in love.

Maybe I could have been good as a drawer if I had done it as much as I did writing, but it's more scary to draw. It's more revealing. You can't disguise yourself in drawing.

If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.

Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.