I think history is collective memories. In writing, I'm using my own memory, and I'm using my collective memory.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.

Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.

you mean machines are like humans?" I shook my head. "No, not like humans. With machines the feeling is, well, more finite. It doesn't go any further. With humans it's different. The feeling is always changing. Like if you love somebody, the love is always shifting or wavering. It's always questioning or inflating or disappearing or denying or hurting. And the thing is, you can't do anything about it, you can't control it. With my Subaru, it's not so complicated.

You could be anybody when you're writing. That's the reason that I'm writing: to be anybody. You can put your feet in various shoes and experience anything.