I think sometimes to still be angry is appropriate, but you want to be able to live with it.

When you're waiting for a bus, the thing to do is smoke a cigarette.

I do some messing around with things, not necessarily about me but about place and people and the things around.

You have to want something or you're finished.

I suppose you retire from trying. If you retire from trying, you think, "Maybe love will just come my way if I don't want it anymore."

Like a lot of writers, I just got sick to death of conventional fiction. I absolutely couldn't stand the illusion of reality and plot. I just couldn't stomach it.

Sometimes there isn't a way to hug and make everything better.