Europe has what we do not have yet, a sense of the mysterious and inexorable limits of life, a sense, in a word, of tragedy. And we have what they sorely need: a sense of life's possibilities.
“DeLillo never seems committed to me to what he is writing. Very nice surfaces, but he's got nothing underneath.”
“When I broke in, in 1957, it was wide open. Now you're up against strong competition.”