Bad Literature Is A Form Of Treason.

I Am Quite Prepared To Die Here [in Ny]. It Doesn't Matter At All. I Don't Know Better Places, Or Perhaps If I Do I Am Not Prepared To Make A Move.

I Don't Want To Dive Into That Mud Slide, Which Is What I Consider The Literary Process.

This Is The Generation Whose First Cry Of Life Was The Hungarian Uprising.

I'm Not Trying To Be Ridiculous Or Funny, But It Was Rather Pleasant To Find Yourself In Isolation, In Solitary.

When I'm Not Writing Or Reading, I'm Thinking About Both.