The suburbs dream of violence.

Fiction is a branch of neurology

The only truly alien planet is Earth.

Sex times technology equals the future.

The car as we know it is on the way out.

Sooner or later, all games become serious.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

I admired anyone who could unsettle people.

All you do is get on and start pedaling . . .

Surrender to a logic more powerful than reason.

If you can smell garlic, everything is all right.

Sooner or later, everything turns into television.

A ton of Proust isn’t worth an ounce of Ray Bradbury.

Sleep is an eight-hour peep show of infantile erotica.

Elaborate burial customs are a sure sign of decadence.

In a completely sane world, madness is the only freedom.

Unhappy parents teach you a lesson that lasts a lifetime.

Art exists because reality is neither real nor significant.

A visit to Père Lachaise in Paris adds a year to one's life

Novelists should be like scientists, dissecting the cadaver.

Any fool can write a novel but it takes real genius to sell it.

Morality covers our conduct, not what goes on inside our heads.

An arts degree is like a diploma in origami. And about as much use.

A general rule: if enough people predict something, it won't happen.

Psychiatrists the dominant lay priesthood since the First World War.

God was a clever idea ... The human race came up with a winner there.

Deep assignments run through all our lives; there are no coincidences.

Perhaps the future belongs to magic, and it's we women who control magic.

The ultimate concept car will move so fast, even at rest, as to be invisible.

Yet she felt an impostor, and already the mask had begun to bite into her face.

Au revoir, jewelled alligators and white hotels, hallucinatory forests, farewell.

I don't think it's possible to touch people's imagination today by aesthetic means.

I wanted to rub the human race in its own vomit, and force it to look in the mirror.

I think the enemy of creativity in the world today is that so much thinking is done for you.

The human race sleepwalked to oblivion, thinking only of the corporate logos on it's shroud.

Put a higher value on yourself. Being hyper-realistic about everything is too simple a get-out.

A widespread taste for pornography means that nature is alerting us to some threat of extinction.

Maybe you are a poet and a dreamer, but don't you realize that those two species are extinct now?

I could sum up the future in one word, and that word is 'boring.' The future is going to be boring.

I would love to have been a painter in the tradition of the surrealist painters who I admire so much.

If I don't write, I begin to feel unsettled and uneasy, as I gather people do who are not allowed to dream.

I felt the pressure of imagination against the doors of my mind was so great that they were going to burst.

Yes, sometimes I think that all my writing is nothing more than the compensatory work of a frustrated painter.

Across the communication landscape move the specters of sinister technologies and the dreams that money can buy.

I suspect that many of the great cultural shifts that prepare the way for political change are largely aesthetic.

After being bombarded endlessly by road-safety propaganda it was almost a relief to find myself in an actual accident.

Boredom is a fearsome prospect. There's a limit to the number of cars and microwaves you can buy. What do you do then?

E. Klimov's 'Come and See,' about partisans fighting the Germans in Byelorussia, is the greatest anti-war film ever made.

Fiction is a branch of neurology: the scenarios of nerve and blood vessels are the written mythologies of memory and desire.

Our lives today are not conducted in linear terms. They are much more quantified; a stream of random events is taking place.

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