“Smulkmenos — tai tos kasdieninio gyvenimo kibirkštys, kurios bet kada gali įžiebti ugnikalnį.”

“Gyvenimas tęsiasi. Graudžiai tragiškas, absurdiškai šviesus ir linksmas, bet vis tiek gražus. Taip jau yra!”

“Žiūrėkime į viską šiek tiek su ironija ir humoru, [...] kitaip imsime depresuoti ir galų gale... išprotėsime!”

“aš niekada nefilmuoju gerų performansų ar intensyvaus gyvenimo aš filmuoju tik blogus performansus ir kasdieninio gyvenimo fragmentus su kuriais aš tada kuriu intensyvų naują gyvenimą.”

“It seems important to me that beginning writers ponder this—that since 1964, I have never had a book, story or poem rejected that was not later published. If you know what you are doing, eventually you will run into an editor who knows what he/she is doing. It may take years, but never give up. Writing is a lonely business not just because you have to sit alone in a room with your machinery for hours and hours every day, month after month, year after year, but because after all the blood, sweat, toil and tears you still have to find somebody who respects what you have written enough to leave it alone and print it. And, believe me, this remains true, whether the book is your first novel or your thirty-first.”

“It happens to everyone and it happens fast.”

“Los Angeles didn't get like this often. He hated it when it did. And this time it was holding on. It had been brutal at the cemetery three weeks ago. His father's nine widows had looked ready to drop. The savage light had leached the color from the flowers. The savage heat had got at the mound of earth from the grave even under its staring green blanket of fake grass. He'd stayed to watch the workmen fill the grave. The earth was dry. Even the sharp walls of the grave were dry. What the hell was he doing remembering that?”