I have been imprisoned and I have been informed through literature. We cross borders and we become united with the selves that we did not know we had.

I just want to warn you, if you’re nasty to anyone in your family, be careful. You don’t know if they’re going to grow up and be a writer.

I don’t have any work habits. I’m a great model for tomorrow’s leaders. I can write anywhere. I don’t have a favorite chair, a costume, or a candle, or some fetish object that is required. It’s like being a fireman, sort of, I mean it’s a lot of playing pointless games of checkers, and then suddenly a poem arrives and it’s game on.