But the question is a matter of the survival and the teaching. That’s what our work comes down to. No matter where we key into it, it’s the same work, just different pieces of ourselves doing it.
We’re involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going.
I just reached the point where plot-driven novels don’t hold my interest because I don’t care about the fate of characters anymore – whether Emily marries Tom or not, that kind of thing.
I became a clown when these docs came to the house in Berkeley and asked me to come cheer up kids. I’d just had my third spinal fusion and I was looking for something to take my mind off the pain I was in.
Black employers are just as negative as the white employers concerning inner-city workers.
No one can write like Vallejo and not sound like a fraud. He’s just too much himself and not you.
I worked probably 25 years by myself, just writing and working, not trying to publish much, not giving readings.
The market turns out to be just one special case of collective decision-making.
In the Bible, God offered the Pharaoh freedom if he would just let the oppressed people free to go to the land of milk and honey. But the Pharaoh disobeyed, and he was destroyed.
Edward Snowden may not be a Chinese mole, but he might as well be. He’s just handed Beijing a major score, while the NSA struggles to pick up the pieces – and the rest of us pay the price in terms of future national security.