There are so many ways to go wrong. All we've got are metaphors, and they're never exactly right. You can never just Say. The. Thing.

I think, The world is actually huge. That's the part no one can really explain.

I've never been that confident. I don't tend to think, swaggeringly, I'm going to ace this. It's just not who I am.

I'm a dogged person. I respond to adversity with a steely resistance.

The answers were maddeningly absent—it was like trying to remember a song that you knew made you feel a certain way, without a title, artist, or even a few bars to bring it back.

A sense of that kind of narrative movement that we experience online could have been in my mind easily, though not consciously. I do rely so much on my unconscious, the way I write my stuff the way I do. I let my unconscious work. I have better ideas that way and more interesting work.

a swell of gratitude and appreciation for his assistant, as opposed to the murderous rage he felt toward the rest of his staff