That was the way things worked. When you were looking for the big fight, the moment that you thought would knock everything over, nothing much happened at all.

You can't always trust what you think, what you know ... but you can always trust your nature.

Praise and criticism seem to me to operate exactly on the same level. If you get a great review, it's really thrilling for about ten minutes. If you get a bad review, it's really crushing for ten minutes. Either way, you go on.

My writing process has changed because it's harder to find uninterrupted time.

I am the person who is appropriating stories that are not mine and turning them into a book.

Maybe the private life wasn't forever. Maybe everyone got it for a little while and then spent the rest of their lives remembering.

[I remember going] to a hotel gym at six o'clock in the morning, and the television was on, and it's some drama in which two men have clearly kidnapped a woman. They're interrogating her, and they put a plastic bag over her head. They're suffocating her, and I'm thinking, It's six o'clock in the morning! Why does anybody need to see this? How can I find the off switch?