American writers ought to stand and live in the margins, and be more dangerous. |
True terror is a language and a vision. There is a deep narrative structure to terrorist acts, and they infiltrate and alter consciousness in ways that writers used to aspire to. |
When you try to unravel something you've written, you belittle it in a way. It was created as a mystery. |
The modern meaning of life's end-when does it end? How does it end? How should it end? What is the value of life? How do we measure it? |
There's a moral force in a sentence when it comes out right. It speaks the writer's will to live. |
I think a playwright realizes after he finishes working on the script that this is only the beginning. What will happen when it moves into three dimensions? |
People will always make comparisons. |
The writer is the person who stands outside society, independent of affiliation and independent of influence. |
I quit my job just to quit. I didn't quit my job to write fiction. I just didn't want to work anymore. |
I slept for four years. I didn't study much of anything. I majored in something called communication arts. |
I watch movies occasionally, and I watch documentaries. Virtually nothing else. |
Writers in repressive societies are considered dangerous. That's why so many of them are in jail. |
A Catholic is raised with the idea that he will die any minute now and if he doesn't live his life in a certain way, this death is an introduction to an eternity of pain. |
Men with secrets tend to be drawn to each other, not because they want to share what they know but because they need the company of the like-minded, the fellow afflicted. |
The future belongs to crowds. |
I've come to think of Europe as a hardcover book, America as the paperback version. |
I've always seen myself in sentences. I begin to recognize myself, word by word, as I work through a sentence. |
Never underestimate the power of the State to act out its own massive fantasies. |
There's never a dearth of reasons to shoot at the President. |
Hardship makes the world obscure. |