I think fiction comes from everything you've ever done, and said, and dreamed, and imagined. It comes from everything you've read and haven't read... I think my work comes out of the culture of the world around me. I think that's where my language comes from.

California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.

People think about who they are in the stillest hour of the night.

Every advance in knowledge and technique is matched by a new kind of death, a new strain. Death adapts, like a viral agent.

World is supposed to mean something that's self-contained. but nothing is self-contained.

Ecology is boring for the same reason that destruction is fun.

Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit.