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

A writers job is to destroy and then to build the thing back up again by a chosen means.

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.

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

Professional Southerners sicken me.

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

The wild stuff is all so overrated. Drinking, you don't feel good all the time. There's a lot of down, a lot of misery.