Where is the angry machine of all of us? Why is God such a blurred magician? Why are you begging for your life if you believe those things? Prove to me that you’re better than the rabbits we ate last night.

You need to see a bit of hell now and then. That, and great joy.

Voice comes to you through a spell, a trance. The best voices are not you... they're a little away from you.

You've got to lie to stay halfway interested in yourself.

I wake my wife up at 3 a.m. and say, "Listen to this!"

Time is what makes good stories. Much has been cooking for a long time, and at last finds an out in narration one day. That's a supreme joy. And why the characters keep showing up.

Love and despair go hand in hand.