My brain feels like a cool, deep lake.

The Sugar Frosted Nutsack is fantastic. It's volcanic and sexy and utterly unlike anything I've read before. It feels like the future in a dazzling way that has nothing to do with looking backward. It's been a long wait for a new novel from Mark Leyner, but worth it. Ten out of ten from me.

Why are we even here [on earth], what's our human nature? It's precipitating a real philosophical crisis that I find quite fascinating.

The capacity for not feeling lonely can carry a very real price, that of feeling nothing at all.

Compromise is said to be the way of the world and yet I find myself feeling sick trying to accept what it has done to me.

We want our idols to be dead because it makes death a much less scary place.

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