The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.
Style and Structure are the essence of a book; great ideas are hogwash.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
Satire is a lesson, parody is a game.
Some people, and I am one of them, hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm.
Nothing is more exhilarating than philistine vulgarity.
There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.
The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.
There is nothing in the world that I loathe more than group activity, that communal bath where the hairy and slippery mix in a multiplication of mediocrity.
You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
There is only one school of literature - that of talent.
To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute.
Turning one's novel into a movie script is rather like making a series of sketches for a painting that has long ago been finished and framed.
Revelation can be more perilous than Revolution.