Sometimes I wonder what will be the air conditioning of my dying days. What thing will they add that will make it impossible to be uncomfortable? Because I do assume that as an old person, I will be very comfortable. There will be something - a drug or some way to impact the air around me - that when I relax, I'm gonna feel great. So I do look forward to that.

I want fake love. But that's all I want, and that's why I can't have it.

Book writing is a little different because, in my case, my editor is a year younger than me and basically has the same sensibility as me.

In and of itself, nothing really matters. What matters is that nothing is ever in and of itself.

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

Maybe I could survive in one of those resort prisons where they house white-collar criminals. I've always wanted to get better at tennis.

It's possible for me to imagine a generation of people maybe two generations removed from you who might decide that we have an adversarial relationship with technology.