I'm living the life I love, I tell myself, and loving the life I live. I tell myself: I deserved this. This is exactly what I wanted.

History is nothing except monsters or victims. Or witnesses.

No matter how many luxuries you get, something will be missing. No matter how carefully you choose, you'll never be totally happy.

What you see at fight club is a generation of men raised by women.

I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about.

I have a secret goal with my editor - he has asthma and uses his inhaler, and after I send him a new manuscript, I'll have his assistant phone me and tell me how many times he had to get his inhaler out while reading a draft. It's my secret laugh meter.

Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.