Ideas come at any moment -- except when you demand them. Most ideas come while I'm physically active, at the gym, with friends, gardening, so I always carry pen and paper. My first draft is always written in longhand. But once the first dozen chapters, more like short stories, are written, then momentum builds until I can't leave the project until it's done.

You kill strangers deliberately so you don't accidentally kill the people you love.

Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.

The cancer I don't have is everywhere now.

We come from a generation of people who need their TV or stereo playing all the time. These people so scared of silence. These soundaholics, these quietophobics.

And if you can find any way out of our culture, then that's a trap too. Just wanting to get out of the trap reinforces the trap.

People will listen to you only when they know you're dying, otherwise they're just waiting for their turn to talk.