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.

Discussions of generations only go downhill. There's no point in having them.

So where do you start when you want to start your life again?

Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life's cruelest irony.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

The Internet has made me very casual with a level of omniscience that was unthinkable a decade ago. I now wonder if God gets bored knowing the answer to everything.

What is prayer but a wish for the events in your life to string together to form a story -- something that makes some sense of events you know have meaning.