My heart goes out to him. Sort of. Because empathy depends on how you've spent your day.

I think that fiction has a part to play in urging us, as a species, toward compassion.

Don't be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible.

That's the only way that I can figure out how to live, is to say, "Well, I don't know what this adds up to, but I can do the best I can."

If you start with the idea that you are going to be writing about a night in a graveyard, and that there are only a few living people in that frame, all sorts of interesting and difficult technical problems arise. And then form - new form, or experimental form - might be understood as just trying to tell that story most movingly and efficiently.

I'm fascinated with actors, and I've never quite understood the process.

I know that my only chance at any kind of depth or profundity is to linger within the story, trying to make it distinguish itself.