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People who are in power make their arrangements in secret, largely as a way of maintaining and furthering that power.
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There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.
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If I were a writer, how I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You are the ghoul of literature. Lovely.
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I embarked on my life - I didn't do anything. I don't have an explanation.
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Rushdie is a hostage.
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I heard a noise, faint, monotonous, white.
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Every disaster made us wish for something bigger, grander, more sweeping.
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To become a crowd is to keep out death.
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It occured to me that eating is the only form of professionalism most people ever attain.
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Silence, exile, cunning and so on... it's my nature to keep quiet about most things. Even the ideas in my work.
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Hardship makes the world obscure.
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I like the construction of sentences and the juxtaposition of words-not just how they sound or what they mean, but even what they look like.
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Who will die first?
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'Stories have no point if they don't absorb our terror.'
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The figure of the gunman in the window was inextricable from the victim and his history. This sustained Oswald in his cell. It gave him what he needed to live. The more time he spent in a cell, the stronger he would get. Everybody knew who he was now.
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People who are powerless make an open theater of violence.
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Popular culture is inescapable in the U.S. Why not use it?
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When a writer doesn't show his face, he becomes a local symptom of God's famous reluctance to appear.
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I am not particularly distressed by the state of fiction or the role of the writer. The more marginal, perhaps ultimately the more trenchant and observant and finally necessary he'll become.