Talent is more erotic when it's wasted.

Human existence had to have a deeper source than our own dank fluids. Dank or rank. There had to be a force behind it, a principal being who was and is and ever shall be.

What good is knowledge if it just floats in the air? It goes from computer to computer. It changes and grows every second of every day. But nobody actually knows anything.

Silence, exile, cunning and so on... it's my nature to keep quiet about most things. Even the ideas in my work.

I have only a bare working knowledge of the human brain but it's enough to make me proud to be an American.

I hate my life. I'm at the point where I want to hear about other people's lives. it's like switching from fiction to biography.

When I work, I'm just translating the world around me in what seems to be straightforward terms. For my readers, this is sometimes a vision that's not familiar. But I'm not trying to manipulate reality. This is just what I see and hear.