Anonymity lets me concentrate exclusively on writing.

The rules say that to tell a story you need first of all a measuring stick, a calendar, you have to calculate how much time has passed between you and the facts, the emotions to be narrated.

The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose

I believe that books, once they are written, have no need of their authors.

It's the people who love us or hate us - or both - who hold together the thousands of fragments we are made of.

Existence is this, I thought, a start of joy, a stab of pain, an intense pleasure, veins that pulse under the skin, there is no other truth to tell.

I didn't choose anonymity.Instead, I chose absence.

I think our sexuality is all yet to be recounted and that the rich male literary tradition constitutes a huge obstacle.

I don't have any special passion for politics, it being a never-ending merry-go-round of bosses big and small, all generally mediocre. I actually find it boring.

In order not to cut out a large part of one's private life, the creative work should not swallow up every other form of self-expression. But that is the most complicated thing.

I have always paid careful attention to social and economic conflicts, to the dialectic - if we can call it that - between high and low. Maybe it's because I was not born or brought up in affluence.

It is better to be a marble in a hut than a brick in a palace.

I'm moving to Nevada. Either there or kill myself.

Books are the heart of any home, and I spend hours going through books for design inspiration.

The greater the length, the more beautiful will the piece be by reason of its size, provided that the whole be perspicuous.

It is an old liberal theme that conservative ideas, being red in tooth and claw, cannot possibly emerge from any notion of the public good.

[Jack Johnson] really helped me make the record, put it out, and then let me tour with him for two years. He really helped me out.

To be too busie gets contempt.

I really appreciate what the writers are doing and respect everything that they do. So, I was satisfied, for sure.

Every individual strives to grow and exclude, to the extremities of the universe, and to impose the law of its being on every other creature.

We're all travelers in this world. From the sweet grass to the packing house. Birth 'til death. We travel between the eternities.