I think that the Internet is our most profound and beautiful achievement. It is magnificent. We have the Internet as a layer of our thinking that doesn't control us, we control it, yet we don't have to be aware of it. It will be like a suit that really fits well.

It's weird - sort of not terribly wise - to take a book that was successful and then change its cover.

I never could have written the screenplay because I would have been forced to learn new software and I can't learn one more thing.

My mother is from Cairo, Georgia. This makes everything she says sound like it went through a curling iron.

No matter your spiritual beliefs, if you hold any, the answer is the same: sometimes, why is not knowable. If you open the refrigerator door and a tub of Kozy Shack tapioca pudding tumbles out and splats open onto the floor, you clean it. You don’t stand there and question why it happened, how it was possible. Why doesn’t matter now.

I feel like they are two different things, and when I write books, they're just books. If they can be movies that's okay. But I would write a novel that couldn't be a film.

It terrified me to consider: What if, as a grown-up, I craved another body beside me as still as this one? What then?