I like the idea of a writer being haunted by his own creation, especially if the writer resents the way the character defines him.

I've never written an autobiographical novel in my life. I've never touched upon my life. I've never written a single scene that I can say took place.

I think the '80s created me, in a way, when I look back on that time, but I don't necessarily think that a lot of my choices, and a lot of things that I did, and a lot of things that happened to me - or I let happen to me - were about that decade.

After a while you learn that everything stops.

Why would I care what other people are thinking? I don't care what an audience thinks of me.

I've been accused of being very vain about my apathy.

And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. this relationship will probably lead to nothing... this didn't change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea.