Once again, I think there is little art being done that really owns up to such intense possibilities.

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.

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.

Im not trying to do conceptual art.

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.

I grew up in a big family with a lot of kids around, and I definitely want to have children as well.

The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly, is to fill the world with fools.

No matter how sorted you think you are, you will always be surrounded by people who are lost and angry. They will test you time and time again.

Life is uncharted territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time.

Only an arrogant man will claim to be independent of everybody else and be self-contained.

Secrets tear you apart.

We can only escape the bloody and ignorant nightmare of history by exploring alternatives which today look frighteningly weird.

There's no geist like the Zeitgeist.

In England, life is a long process of composing oneself.

The first job I ever had was singing in a jazz club when I was like 15 with my friend, and we earned like 70 bucks. We were like, 'Oh my God!'