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.

There is a world inside the world.

He thinks he's happy but it's just a nerve cell in his brain that's getting too much stimulation or too little stimulation.

Freud is finished, Einstein's next.

Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It´s a settling of grievances between the present and the past.

Only a catastrophe gets our attention. We want them, we depend on them. As long as they happen somewhere else.

It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams