What the hell are they all looking for? A way out. A way to the right way out. A way to leave. A way to go. A way to have had it, to have had enough of it, to be done with it. A decent way to give it all over to the giver of it all.

One day in the afternoon of the world, glum death will come and sit in you, and when you get up to walk, you will be as glum as death, but if you're lucky, thi…

What a lonely and silly thing it is to be an Armenian writer in America.

I began to write in the first place because I expected everything to change, and I wanted to have things in writing the way they had been. Just a little things…

Fortunately, there is more to life than death. There is for one thing, fiction. A thousand thousand characters to be sent marching out into the world to divert…

He who would teach men to die would teach them to live.

All of the days go toward death and the last one arrives there.