I think writing would have happened to me anyway, somehow. Differently, but it still would have happened.

I was sick of wanting money. I was sick of being without a goal.

My writing process is ritualized and monotonous, but there's no other way to get the job done. All other fiction writers I've met say the same thing.

Human beings are the only animal that thinks they change who they are simply by moving to a different place. Birds migrate, but it's not quite the same thing.

Earth was not built for six billion people all running around and being passionate about things. The world was built for about two million people foraging for roots and grubs.

Failure is authentic, and because it's authentic, it's real and genuine, and because of that, it's a pure state of being.

I like the present. I'm always interested in new ideas, and what's happening. I'm not nostalgic.