It's Funny To Be A Critic.

I Never Met Anybody In My Life Who Says, I Want To Be A Critic. People Want To Be A Fireman, Poet, Novelist.

The Novel Is Always Pop Art, And The Novel Is Always Dying. That's The Only Way It Stays Alive. It Does Really Die. I've Been Thinking About That A Lot.

There Are Things In American Culture That Want To Wipe The Class Distinction. Blue Jeans. Ready-made Clothes. Coca-cola.

The Novel Doesn't Come Into Existence Until Certain Methods Of Reproducing Fiction Come Along.

It's So Wrong When I Pick Up A New Edition Of Huckleberry Finn And I Look At The Last Page And It Doesn't Say, Yours Truly, At The End.