All plots tend to move deathward. This is the nature of plots.

How many beginnings before you see the lies in your excitement?

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

Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be humans forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field.

Money has lost its narrative quality the way painting did once upon a time. Money is talking to itself.

I don't know what I think about certain subjects, even today, until I sit down and try to write about them.

That's what in theory differentiates a writer from everyone else. You see and hear more clearly.