Sometimes I just feel like quitting, but then I think about all the people I’d be letting down.
I don’t ask writers about their work habits. I really don’t care. Joyce Carol Oates says somewhere that when writers ask each other what time they start working and when they finish and how much time they take for lunch, they’re actually trying to find out, ‘Is he as crazy as I am?’ I don’t need that question answered.
我们假装是什么,我们就是什么,所以我们必须小心我们假装是什么。
I write to understand, to grasp the reality that escapes me.