Silence, exile, cunning and so on... it's my nature to keep quiet about most things. Even the ideas in my work.
From Don DeLillo
I quit my job just to quit. I didn't quit my job to write fiction. I just didn't want to work anymore.
I think a playwright realizes after he finishes working on the script that this is only the beginning. What will happen when it moves into three dimensions?
America was and is the immigrant's dream.
I like the construction of sentences and the juxtaposition of words-not just how they sound or what they mean, but even what they look like.
Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.
People who are powerless make an open theater of violence.
I embarked on my life - I didn't do anything. I don't have an explanation.
I think there is a sense of last things in my work that probably comes from a Catholic childhood.
One truth is the swing of the sentence, the beat and poise, but down deeper it's the integrity of the writer as he matches with the language.
3 perspectives
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