Everything I write, I believe instinctively, is to some extent collage. Meaning, ultimately, is a matter of adjacent data.

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.

Anything processed by memory is fiction.

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

A book should either allow us to escape existence or teach us how to endure it.

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

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".