The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place.

The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.

Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby.

A male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.

There's a big difference between "not caring" or being "nihilistic" about a topic and simply not being enrolled by the drama presented by other people. Just because my characters choose not to react in standard, socially-appropriate ways - that does not mean they don't care. They just reject ordinary dramas.

When you understand, that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble up and throw your past in the trashcan, then we'll figure out who you're going to be.

Some of the best ideas I get seem to happen when I'm doing mindless manual labor or exercise. I'm not sure how that happens, but it leaves me free for remarkable ideas to occur.