With the novels, I usually start from something in my own life that I can't resolve, so I turn it into a metaphor and for months or sometimes years I'll exhaust all of my emotional reaction to this issue by making it enormous on the page.

No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.

The liberator who destroys my property is fighting to save my spirit. The teacher who clears all possessions from my path will set me free.

Screenwriters get paid a hell of a lot more money but their level of frustration seems to be so high that I don't want that.

Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.

Any time some well-meaning person forces you to demonstrate you have no talent and rubs your nose in the fact you're a failure at the only dream you ever had, take another drink.