Sentimentality, The Ostentatious Parading Of Excessive And

The American Ideal Is, After All, That Everyone Should Be As Much Alike As Possible.

The Writer's Only Real Task: To Recreate Out Of The Disorder Of Life That Order Which Is Art

It Took Many Years Of Vomiting Up All The Filth I’d Been Taught About Myself, And Half-believed, Before I Was Able To Walk On The Earth As Though I Had A Right To Be Here.

The Responsibility Of A Writer Is To Excavate The Experience Of The People Who Produced Him.

There Are People In The World For Whom "coming Along" Is A Perpetual Process, People Who Are Destined Never To Arrive.