I Was Going To Be A Scientist.

I Was Born Left-handed, But I Was Made To Use My Other Hand. When I Was Writing 'famished Road,' Which Was Very Long, I Got Repetitive Stress Syndrome. My Right Wrist Collapsed, So I Started Using My Left Hand. The Prose I Wrote With My Left Hand Came Out Denser, So Later On I Had To Change It.

When You Stop Inventing Reality Then You See Things As They Really Are.

We Have Fallen Into This Very Mean Description Of Humanity. Naturalism In Fiction Is Too Reductive In Its Definition Of Human Beings.

The Magician And The Politician Have Much In Common: They Both Have To Draw Our Attention Away From What They Are Really Doing.

The Higher The Artist, The Fewer The Gestures. The Fewer The Tools, The Greater The Imagination. The Greater The Will, The Greater The Secret Failure.