When I'm doing work online or on the computer, it's one thing. When I want to read, I want to go elsewhere, and I want to be away from the screen.

Loneliness is just a thing that I'm not personally interested in. So far, it hasn't been on my docket of things to write about.

His lies were so exquisite I almost wept.

The weird thing is that working within an established story was actually kind of liberating. You know the beginning and middle and end, more or less, so there's less pressure to figure all that out.

Paper is a uniquely beautiful format, more so than the web, I think: you need to invest in the aesthetics.

I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.

Again the greatest use of a human was to be useful. Not to consume, not to watch, but to do something for someone else that improved their life, even for a few minutes.