Time does nothing but hand you down shabbier and older things.

I dont make notes for myself because I either lose them or they make no sense to me at all. I once found a piece of paper with the note: everything. Apparently I made a note to myself not to forget everything!

I write and read with the assumption that literature contains knowledge of human experience that is not available otherwise.

Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever.

I'm bright, but there are lots of bright writers and people everywhere. In no way, at no point do I think I'm better than them.

New York is the Hollywood of the publishing industry, complete with stars, starlets, suicidal publishers/producers, intrigues, and a lot of money.

Memory narrativises itself.