You don't have to even see the common man anymore if you don't want to! Only through the telescope on your yacht.

It is no fun at all to have been writing a book for seven or so years, especially when you've never published anything before.

Heat radiated off Henry's face. Salty snot ran down his upper lip. A majestic fart propelled him to the top of Section 12, just at the springing of the stadium's curve. He slapped the sign as if high-fiving a teammate. It gave back a game shudder. He was crusing now, darkness be damned, stripping off his sweatshirt and his long underwear top without breaking stride.

The challenge for any fiction writer is that your job involves simply sitting at a desk for a very, very long time.

It was strange the way he loved her; a side long and almost casual love, as if loving her were simply a matter of course, too natural to mention.

Writers have the purity of their art and what they want to achieve with that, and that this purity is bound up with the messy material conditions of trying to make a living while doing that work.

Somehow, you can achieve a directness in the novel that you can't get anywhere else.