I drink coffee. Without coffee, I probably couldn't write.

As I followed Mr. Harrison, I picked up his salty, sweet odor – it pervaded the whole apartment actually – and I liked it. It smelled alive.

I don’t really know the person who wrote the things I wrote. I kind of know him, but I change so much all the time that it’s like I start fresh over and over and over and over. Writing-wise and life-wise.

I don’t like to publicly acknowledge being a Jew.

I’ve really never written about my relationships, or things like that. I wouldn’t want to divulge things that were too private.

He was aware that he was not completely sane, so he kept himself in rigid check, playing both jailer and prisoner.

My Caprice was a spacious cruiser, well insulated from the world – one motored along the highways as if sitting in a middle-class living room equipped with an engine and tires.

I’m kind of an upbeat Hamlet.

Joe knew that all human beings are the star of their own very important film, a film in which they are both camera and actor; a film in which they are always playing the fearful and lonely hero who gets up each day hoping to finally strike upon the life they are meant to lead, though they never do.

I don’t laugh that much, but I do like humorous books, and I like to entertain readers that way.