I see the world$$$ it makes me puke$$$ but then I look at you and know$$$ that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.

It's good$$$ you know$$$ when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.

I don't want to be free of you because I am alive only with you.

A writer's life and work are not a gift to humankind; they are its necessity.

You already alone. If you want more alone$$$ I can knock you into the middle of next week$$$ and leave you there.

I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry$$$ and I see summer; its dust and lowering skies.

I want to feel what I feel. What's mine. Even if it's not happiness$$$ whatever that means. Because you're all you've got.

There's a difference between writing for a living and writing for life. If you write for a living$$$ you make enormous compromises....If you write for life$$$ you'll work hard; you'll do what's honest$$$ not what pays.

People say to write about what you know. I'm here to tell you$$$ no one wants to read that$$$ cos you don't know anything. So write about something you don't know. And don't be scared$$$ ever.

When I write$$$ I don't translate for white readers.... Dostoevski wrote for a Russian audience$$$ but we're able to read him. If I'm specific$$$ and I don't overexplain$$$ then anyone can overhear me.