I write five, six days a week. The thing is capturing the voice. I feel like I've been perfecting one voice - in different iterations, sure, but the Russian-ness has always been the undercurrent.

Reading is entering into the consciousness of another human being.

I am born hungry. Ravenous. I want to eat the world, and I can never be satiated.

We are now part of this giant machine where every second we have to take out a device and contribute our thoughts and opinions.

Before my first novel, I was dating a woman who later went to prison for bashing a guy with a hammer.

In contravention of my belief that any life ending in death is essentially pointless, I needed my friends to open up that plastic bag and take one last look at me. Someone had to remember me, if only for a few more minutes in the vast silent waiting room of time.

The fading light is us, and we are, for a moment so brief (...) beautiful.