I think sincerity was my sole aesthetic and realism my experimental technique.

I think I'm very stoic. Death and dying are things that I'm used to.

I think that there are empty ecological niches in the literary landscape crying to be filled and when a book more or less fills a niche it's seized on, even when it's a far from perfect fit.

I think I just have a natural operatic aesthetic. I can't help it.

I think that a good mountaineer is usually a sensible mountaineer.

I think it's really interesting to talk about Foucault in one chapter and smelling poop in the basement in the next. It seems to me that life is just that complicated.