I don't think "I'm going to publish this as fiction" but I think "I'm going to tell this story to a friend" and then I start telling the story in my mind as the experience transpires as a way of pretending it's already happened.

The story and the poem are obviously changed by being placed in the novel, so in a sense they're no longer the works that preceded the novel.

Every relationship can feel saturated by market logic or at best purchased at the price of the immiseration of others.

I guess when I'm frightened or in pain or maybe very bored I've tried to hold myself together by imposing a narrative order on the experience as it happens.

I didn't want to write another book about fraudulence.

I have no interest in artists who are purely affirmative, who've made a commercialized fetish of the culture's stupidity.

I was a violent, bipolar, compulsive liar. I was a real American.