"There is nothing more distressing or tiresome than a writer standing in front of an audience and rea..." — William Gaddis

How some of the writers I come across get through their books without dying of boredom is beyond me.

We're comic. We're all comics. We live in a comic time. And the worse it gets the more comic we are.

Stupidity is the deliberate cultivation of ignorance.

What is it they want from the man that they didn't get from the work? What do they expect? What is there left when he's done with his work, what's any artist but the dregs of his work, the human shambles that follows it around?