Love Is Something You Fall Into.

It's Hard For Me To Understand How Working-class People Support Themselves.

Art Is As Heavy As Sorrow, As Light As A Breeze, As Bright As An Idea, As Pretty As A Picture, As Funny As Money, And As Fugitive As Fraud!

The Different Aspects Of My Activity, Whether It's Writing Criticism, Or Doing Visual Work That Incorporates Writing, Or Teaching, Or Curating, Is All Of A Single Cloth, And I Don't Make Any Separation In Terms Of Those Practices.

All The Gossip And Craziness Becomes A Kind Of Sustained Narrative Which, In Turn, Can Become History. It's Scary.

I've Always Been Very Tied To Language.