It's Healthier To Reject Certain Cautions Than

Perhaps We've Invented Conspiracies For Our Own Psychic Well-being, To Heal Ourselves.

Everyone Who Does Not Live In Berlin Lives In Brooklyn Now.

We Need Time To Lose Interest In Things.

For Me, Wellbehaved Books With Neat Plots And Worked-out Endings Seem Somewhat Quaint In The Face Of The Largely Incoherent Reality Of Modern Life; And Then Again Fiction, At Least As I Write It And Think Of It, Is A Kind Of Religious Meditation In Which Language Is The Final Enlightenment, And It Is Language, In Its Beauty, Its Ambiguity And Its Shifting Textures, That Drives My Work.

It Is All Falling Indelibly Into The Past.