Sometimes I don't write at all. Someone once asked me, "What do you do when you're not writing?" And I said, "I idle."

An unjust world represented as harmonious is a political position.

I spotted a can in the corner whose red label read SADNESS. Was there so much of it they could can it and sell it? A bolt of pain went through my intestines before I realized that it was not SADNESS but SARDINES.

Belief and delusion are incestuous siblings.

All the lives I could live, all the people I will never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is all that the world is.

Language is so inherent to humanity, so necessary for even basic thinking, that stories and poetry are available to anyone who can process language.

I like to blur the line between fact and fiction, but not to condescend to the reader by enmeshing her/him into some sort of a postmodern coop.