I didn’t do anything. I don’t have an explanation, I don’t know why I wanted to write. I did some short stories at that time, but very infrequently. I quit my job just to quit. I didn’t quit my job to write fiction. I just didn’t want to work anymore

If the world is where we hide from ourselves, what do we do when the world is no longer accessible? We invent a false name, invent a destiny, purchase a firearm through the mail.

To be a tourist is to escape accountability.

...Because what's the meaning of doing dishes if you're not driven by something beyond necessity.

There is no lie in war or preparation of war that can't be defended.

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

I understand there are some men who are only half here. Let's not say men. Let's say people. People who are more or less obscure at times.