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.

I take literature as a really serious human activity. It's not just a playful thing. It can be hilarious and wonderful and performative, but I think it's really serious.

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.

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

My medium is prose, not the novel.

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

Momentum, in literary mosaic, derives not from narrative but from the subtle, progressive buildup of thematic resonances.