I slept for four years. I didn't study much of anything. I majored in something called communication arts.

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.

Bloomberg weighed three hundred pounds. This itself was historical. I revered his weight. It was an affirmation of humanity's reckless potential; it went beyond legend and returned through mist to the lovely folly of history. To weigh three hundred pounds. What devout vulgarity.

It's true that some of us become better writers by living long enough. But this is also how we become worse writers. The trick is to die in between.

It is interesting ... how weapons reflect the soul of the maker.

It is all falling indelibly into the past.

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.