It was always clear to me that I would have to earn my readers, some I would have to find, some to create.

We, as writers, have to figure out a way to create a consciousness in language. It's crazy even to attempt to do that.

The privilege of a middle-class, stable, bourgeois life is that you can pretend that you are not complicated and project yourself as a solid, uncomplicated person, with refined life goals and achievements.

I hate traveling and being away from my family. But I like meeting my readers, as what I write is actualized in them. Those encounters are exhilarating to me.

The mind is complicated and you can't trace the roots of its processes, but there is something about mathematical and algorithmic patterns that I like to recognize in things.

Cliché activates the comfortable mental laziness, we sort of revert to the domain of the already-familiar, what we have already imagined so that it doesn't seem that bad.

You devise ways to tell a story that complies with your sensibility. Style and method are really extensions of your present sensibility.