As I get older and write more books I'm definitely allowing the humorous side of my personality more rein in my work.

I always have a few ideas that are percolating, and then after I've finished a book and it's a year later, and things are sort of festering and things are disgusting in my house and I have to get back to work, whatever project I keep thinking about is the one I end up working on. Sort of a very simple process of elimination.

A monster is a person who has stopped pretending.

What does the perfect elevator look like, the one that will deliver us from the cities we suffer now, these stunted shacks? We don't know because we can't see inside it, it's something we cannot imagine, like the shape of angels' teeth. It's a black box.

As I get older and write more books I'm definitely allowing the humorous side of my personality more rein in my work.

Google "brooklyn writer" and you'll get, Did you mean: the future of literature as we know it?

Memory is the most malicious cutter of all, preserving, recasting, panning in slow motion across the awful bits so that we retain every detail.