Genre is a minimum security prison.

The absence of plot leaves the reader room to think about other things.

The beauty of reality-based art - art underwritten by reality hunger - is that it's perfectly situated between life itself and (unattainable) "life as art".

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.

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

If I'm reading a book and it seems truly interesting, I tend to start reading back to front in order not to be too deeply under the sway of progress.

Genre is a minimum security prison.