I used to think it was possible for an artist to alter the inner life of the culture. Now bomb-makers and gunmen have taken that territory.
The letters released something, maybe a sense that he was not alone, that the world was a place where travelers in language could know the same things.
He wanted to fuck her loudly on a hard bed with rain beating on the windows.
In societies reduced to blur and glut, terror is the only meaningful act. There's too much everything, more things and messages and meanings that we can use in ten thousand lifetimes. Inertia-hysteria. Is history possible? Is anyone serious? Who do w...
When a writer doesn’t show his face, he becomes a local symptom of God’s famous reluctance to appear.
Do you know why I believe in the novel? It’s a democratic shout. Anybody can write a great novel, one great novel, almost any amateur off the street. I believe this, George. Some nameless drudge, some desperado with barely a nurtured dream can sit ...
