I am Joe's Enraged, Inflamed, sense of rejection.

You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.

Nobody's told me anything to date that I've been completely reviled by.

Being tired isn't the same as being rich, but most times it's close enough.

If you take my stuff apart, you'll find my choruses of repetitions are picked up almost verbatim from Kurt Vonnegut, and my distanced fracture quality is all from Amy Hempel, who's probably my favourite writer.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

I write compulsively. I've got so many ideas, and I love to do it so much, I can't not do it. I write the way some people do drugs.