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.

I thought I was writing for a fairly hip, intelligent crowd; I just thought there were more of them out there. But they're not. They're not out there waiting. They're not gonna use their intelligence on your book.

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

Children will listen to anything elders say to survive, and if you grew up without an elder telling you there was a god, what did your parents say to you?

Love and despair go hand in hand.

What a bog and labyrinth the human essence is... We are all overbrained and overemotioned.

I always intended to be light and open. I misjudged the American audience.