If you're here for four more years or four more weeks, you're here right now. I think when you're somewhere, you ought to be there. It's not about how long you stay in a place, it's about what you do while you're there, and when you go, is that place any better for your having been there?

I think it's just too kinda juicy and compelling to imagine people in their private lives, but then half the time people's private lives are just so much more bizarre and Ted Haggard-like than you could ever imagine. It's almost hard to write fiction anymore.

There was a weird intimacy, sitting in a car together. Couples sat in cars. Cops and their partners. Strangers became unstrange, sharing a windshield view of the world.

I think there's a phenomenon of people who want to be around something that seems "dangerous." It makes them feel more real.

The art and act of writing - speaking just for myself - involves getting your proverbial ass in the proverbial chair.

You need an entire drama to construct your life around to avoid living it.

I always figured I myself would never be lucky enough to die, I'd just live on and on in this increasingly dreary spiral.