Your brain has a trillion neurons and every neuron has ten thousand little dendrites. The system of inter-communication is awe-inspiring.

We live in an age of rapid mass media, television, Internet. They determine our tempo, not books.

I've got death inside me. It's just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.

We surrounded ourselves with smoke and loud noise. That's the way we chose to live. I'm prepared to defend it.

It's healthier to reject certain cautions than fall in line.

What did it mean, the first time, a thinking creature looked deeply into another's eyes? Did it take a hundred thousand years before this happened or it was the first thing they did, transcendingly, the thing that made them higher, made them modern, the gaze that demonstrates we are lonely in our souls?

If I were a writer, how I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You are the ghoul of literature. Lovely.