Im not trying to do conceptual art.

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.

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

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.

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.

. . . she read with undifferentiated glee . . .

We're each other's questions, aren't we? The question that never gets an answer.

The superior man does not, even for the space of a single meal, act contrary to virtue. In moments of haste, he cleaves to it. In seasons of danger, he cleaves to it.

If you choose to turn your back, you don't really have a say in what goes on behind it.

Anyone wishing to study medicine must master the art of massage.

The way to right wrongs is to turn the light of truth upon them.

... a less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people.

There is a little bit of hubris to want to change the past. It implies that you know better - that things didn't happen the way that they were supposed to.

The monster, fanaticism, still exists, and whoever seeks after truth will run the risk of being persecuted.