The falling flakes were random and without purpose; the snow was drunker than she was.

What's hard to do is describe why you like something. Because ultimately, the reason things move people is very amorphous. You can be cerebral about things you hate, but most of the things you like tend to be very emotive. It's really hard to do a literary reproduction of what makes you happy. That's what I try to do. If nothing else, it seems like there's enough people out there telling the world what isn't cool, or what's terrible, or what's depressing. I think there's an element of cynicism in my writing, but I'm an optimistic cynic.

I think people's relationship with the concept of violence changes, and that to me might be a little more interesting.

Instead, we were given a publication called the Weekly Reader, which was like a newspaper for four-foot illiterates.

If Donald Trump loses badly, it could mean the end of the GOP as one of the two significant parties.

Without a soundtrack, human interaction is meaningless.

I think this is the kind of thing where we're rapidly moving toward an age where most of the populace will be almost unable to imagine life without an Internet component interlocked with it.