With relatively few exceptions, the novel sacrifices too much, for me, on the altar of plot.

I'm not interested in collage as the refuge of the composition-ally disabled. I'm interested in collage as (to be honest) an evolution beyond narrative.

Anything processed by memory is fiction.

Our culture is obsessed with real events because we experience hardly any.

Genre is a minimum security prison.

Story seems to say that everything happens for a reason and I want to say, No, it doesn’t.

You're one of 6.5 billion people now on the planet, and 99.9 percent of your genes are the same as everyone else's.