But, right now, the situation is that almost all of my writing is out of print.

Writing is the one art form that really should allow you to hang yourself.

Further, for once, I like the idea that people who think I'm a constant voice for the furthering of the imagination have to see that interest in a more materialistic fashion.

Most of my books have caused distribution and printing problems in the past.

Once again, I think there is little art being done that really owns up to such intense possibilities.

In the past the publishers I've worked with have been extremely generous. And in almost every case, have been people who believed in the work rather than the sales and marketing.

Im not trying to do conceptual art.

I don't publish the books to make money, not at all.

I don't sell enough books to pay for the lawyers, however. And these various problems finally became too much.

Further, I'm obsessed with how language contorts and creates bodies.

God will help you if you try and you can if you think you can.

The fact that Americans drag around the world by the busloads to glimpse the past probably has something to do with the youth of our country. We revere anything older than George Burns.

The British are apt to make merits of their stupidities, and to represent their various incapacities as points of good breeding.

Somebody was asking me the other day - President Bush is now talking about freedom for the Arab world. I say, well, that's great. I was talking about that fifty years ago.

Has worrying about tomorrow every changed it?

Not to toot our own horn, but when 'The Sopranos' was on, it was as good as any movie that was coming out in the theater. I think that goes for a lot of shows today.

At every opportunity, I wanted to play football.

I'm a visual artist myself and always have been so it's very natural for me to be very concerned with presentation, whether it's artwork or onstage.

There's no reason to burn books if you don't read them.

Love's mind of judgment rarely hath a taste: Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.