One of the curious effects of a bad hangover is that you think you're wrong whether you are or not. Not wrong in particulars, but wrong in general, wrong about everything.

I write novellas because I don't like loose sprawling prose.

The answer is always in the entire story, not a piece of it.

Success and money can really be quite blinding.

Everybody has a gun in their car in Detroit.

The world that used to nurse us now keeps shouting inane instructions. That's why I ran to the woods.

The days are stacked against what we think we are.