We are what we have been told about ourselves. We are the sum of the messages we have received. The true messages. The false messages.

Endings are elusive, middles are nowhere to be found, but worst of all is to begin, to begin, to begin.

The best way to live is by not knowing what will happen to you at the end of the day.

See the moon? It hates us.

Anathematization of the world is not an adequate response to the world.

There's not a strong autobiographical strain in my fiction. A few bits of fact here and there.

Maybe writing can't be taught, but editing can be taught—prayer, fasting and self-mutilation.