Here is how to handle being a feral prodigy.

Acceptance is usually more a matter of fatigue than anything else.

The job of the first eight pages is not to have the reader want to throw the book at the wall, during the first eight pages.

I just think that fiction that isn't exploring what it means to be human today isn't art.

Te Occidere Possunt Sed Te Edere Non Possunt Nefas Est" ("They can kill you, but the legalities of eating you are quite a bit dicier").

Molly Notkin often confides on the phone to Joelle van Dyne about the one tormented love of Nokin's life thus far, an erotically circumscribed G.W. Pabst scholar at New York University tortured by the neurotic compulsion that there are only a finite number of erections possible in the world at any one time and that his tumescence means e.g. the detumescence of some perhaps more deserving or tortured Third World sorghum farmer.

Quentin Tarantino is interested in watching somebody's ear getting cut off; David Lynch is interested in the ear.