Growing up in Highbridge was real. Me and all my friends, we never really went to any other places in the Bronx but Highbridge. We always just stayed in Highbridge. It was like territory, to be honest, because Highbridge is like a town.
I never knew Artist was going to get this big. When I was making it, I put my all into it. But you never know what's going to happen with something you make.
Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
It came about as follows: over the years when I was involved in dianetics, I wrote the beginnings of many stories. I would get an idea, and then write the beginning, and then never touch it again.
There was a windstorm in L.A., and the morning after there was no smog, and I could see the mountains. And I was like... 'There's mountains? Snowcap mountains?' That's insane; I've been there for thirteen years, and I've never seen that view before, seeing the mountains in the distance.
There are some things I wish I never knew, but I am grateful for things that I have learned, too.
Iris Murdoch did influence my early novels very much, and influence is never entirely good.
I've never had a study in my life. I'm like Jane Austen - I work on the corner of the dining table.
Fear of death has never played a large part in my consciousness - perhaps unimaginative of me.
An Englishman never enjoys himself, except for a noble purpose.