Love And Despair Go Hand In Hand.

Most Novels I Come Across Have All The Excitement Of A Long Trip On A Bus With A Sensitive Glee Club. Yammer And Chat.

My Stories Do Have Plot. They're Not Just Scattered Language; They're Controlled, Toward An End.

I Distrust Thought. The Interior Life Is Highly Overrated. I Don't Like The Wispy And The Vague... Or Inductive Logic In Any Kind Of Writing. I'm Impatient With Writers Who Make Too Much Sense. The Better Things That I've Done Have Come To Me By Instinct.

You've Got To Lie To Stay Halfway Interested In Yourself.

I Do Believe That As You Write More And Age, The Arrogance And Most Of The Vanity Goes. Or It Is A Vanity Met With Vast Gratitude, That You Were Hit By Something As You Stood In The Way Of It, That Anybody Is Listening.