When people say there is too much violence in [my books], what they are saying is there is too much reality in life.
If food is poetry, is not poetry also food?
He was ugly, himself. Weird-ugly. But ugliness in a man doesn't matter, much. Ugliness in a woman is her life.
We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.
Boxing is a celebration of the lost religion of masculinity all the more trenchant for its being lost.
If you are a writer you locate yourself behind a wall of silence and no matter what you are doing, driving a car or walking or doing housework you can still be writing, because you have that space.