Anything processed by memory is fiction.

In my own little way, I feel like I'm part of a group of writers who care deeply about pushing the essay forward.

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.

Nonfiction, qua label, is nothing more or less than a very flexible (easily breakable) frame that allows you to pull the thing away from narrative and toward contemplation, which is all I've ever wanted.

The novel is dead. Long live the antinovel, built from scraps.

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

I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.