I think my first story sold for $550. This was in 1954, and it seemed like quite a lot of money, and I said to myself, 'Hey, I'm a professional writer now.'
I still want to give my public, such as it is, a book a year.
We are most alive when we're in love.
Books externalise our brains and turn our homes into thinking bodies.
American art in general... takes to surreal exaggerations and metaphors; but its Puritan work ethic has little use for the playful self-indulgence behind Parisian Surrealism.
I see no intrinsic reason why a doubly talented artist might not arise and create a comic-strip novel masterpiece.
There should always be something gratuitous about art, just as there seems to be, according to the new-wave cosmologists, something gratuitous about the universe.
For some of us, books are intrinsic to our sense of personal identity.
A person believes various things at various times, even on the same day.
