Gertrude Stein really thought of Hemingway as frail. He almost married Stein.

There are things in American culture that want to wipe the class distinction. Blue jeans. Ready-made clothes. Coca-Cola.

Henry Miller wrote novels, but he calls his protagonist Henry, often Henry Miller, and his books are in this gray area between memoir and novel.

I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.

I think the pattern of my essays is, A funny thing happened to me on my way through Finnegans Wake.

The text is merely one of the contexts of a piece of literature, its lexical or verbal one, no more or less important than the sociological, psychological, historical, anthropological or generic.

Raymond Carver is good. I think he'll be appreciated more and more. He's an easy writer to imitate.

I have, I admit, a low tolerance for detached chronicling and cool analysis.

My assignment is what every writer's assignment is: tell the truth of his own time.

The black situation has changed. They finally realized they're Americans.

I liked Camille Paglia. I liked her even better when I heard her talk.

If we lose freedom here, there is no place to escape to. This is the last stand on earth.

Americans today confuse freedom with not being asked to sacrifice. The fact that you can't have everything you want exactly when you want it has somehow become un-American.

…and available man candy. But at least there would be mud, and maybe cows.” p12

I'll always be this crazy, fun person, but when it's time to get married, I'm going to be an amazing wife.

There are two modes of establishing our reputation; to be praised by honest men, and to be abused by rogues.

I am paid a good amount of money to not blink for 12 hours. It's fun, but I don't take it very seriously.

Labour's constitutional blueprint is nothing less than a plan for the destruction of UK democracy.

An abstract painting need in 50 years by no means look "abstract" any longer.

This is what noir is, what it can be when it stops playing nice--blunt force drama stripped down to the bone, then made to dance across the page.

I like to think of myself as a fiction writer who liked art enough to write about it for a while, and then went on to his fiction.