Maybe I could have been good as a drawer if I had done it as much as I did writing, but it's more scary to draw. It's more revealing. You can't disguise yourself in drawing.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

Under the seams runs the pain.

When I desire you a part of me is gone.

If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.

God knows that you are exactly the right person who can fulfill His desires

... none of them had it. They had no qualms about stealing, but they needed to be told. They liked to be told, and Viktor Chemmel liked to be the teller. It was a nice microcosm.

Control is an advertising concept.

To lose Is to learn.

I watched Picasso visit the Planet of the Apes, as the masters rot on walls and the angels eat the grapes.

If you don't believe in a line, then you come off as the loser.

I always have lots of zany ideas for promotional stuff as publication nears.

Before Turner there was no fog in London.

It has been our fate as a nation not to have ideologies but to be one.

There are a lot of different sides to me. I don't know if I'm always peaches-and-cream.