You keep waiting for the moral of your life to become obvious, but it never does. Work, work, work: No moral. No plot. No eureka! Just production schedules and days. You might as well be living inside a photocopier. Your lives are all they're ever going to be.

TV and the Internet are good because they keep stupid people from spending too much time out in public.

I've given up wanting to make a killing or be a bigshot. I just want to find happiness and maybe open up a little roadside cafe in Idaho.

I kind of wonder if creativity is all morphing into one big thing that's not even art, but something universal and bigger.

Knee-Jerk Irony: The tendency to make flippant ironic comments as a reflexive matter of course in everyday conversation.

There is no shame in impulse.

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