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

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 …

I sometimes think that rich men belong to another nationality entirely, no matter what their actual nationality happens to be. The nationality of the rich.

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…

I was hardly fit for human society. Thus destiny shaped me to be a science fiction writer.

'I always felt that nobody was going to understand me, going to understand what I felt about things. I guess that is why I started to write. At least on paper …

I am a rock. I am an island.