I might be a touch of a sadist and a little bit jejune... but at least I'm not a victim, not any longer. I hope. I hope, therefore I am.

Either a species learns to control its own population, or something like disease, famine, war, will take care of the issue.

Nothing is static. Even the Mona Lisa is falling apart. Since fight club, I can wiggle half the teeth in my jaw. Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer. Maybe self-destruction is the answer.

My books are more about people experimenting with different identities and social models in a short-term way before they can break through to something authentic.

I always really curious to see how people interpret things. I know my version, and I'm kind of bored with my version so I want to see their version.

How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?

People would ask me to autograph their bodies and then the next time I'd see them on tour they'd have my autograph tattooed. I decided I wouldn't write on people anymore, but I'd give them arms and legs and if they wanted those autographed I'd do that.