We're into this barrage of pop culture - you know, TV, movies, the Internet. We become creatures that we've made up, made of certain different flotsam from pop culture and certain different personas that are in style.

It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying.

Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.

Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it.

I'm a true-crime addict. It's not something I'm particularly proud of, but I can't stop.

I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.

I feel myself trying to be charming, and then I realize I’m obviously trying to be charming, and then I try to be even more charming to make up for the fake charm, and then I’ve basically turned into Liza Minnelli: I’m dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me. There’s a bowler and jazz hands and lots of teeth.