He felt full of a dense and sour substance that was blocking his chest, and it wasn't grief. After all those years, life now seemed like no more than a trap, a maze, not even a maze, just a room that was all walls, no door.

I like smoking pot, but I'm not the kind of guy who smokes every day.

When my books were translated, it was always about the characters, because the unique language aspect was lost in translation.

I don't need art to tell me people are assholes. I can just go into the streets.

Life keeps being a beautiful and frustrating experience.

The reason I write is that I'm not in dialogue with my emotions; writing puts me in touch with myself.

I see creative-writing classes as some sort of AA meeting. It is more of a support group for people who write than an actual course in which you learn writing skills. This support group is extremely important because there is something very lonely about writing.