Everything goes. I am working very hard at not thinking about how everything goes.

California is a place in which a boom mentality and a sense of Chekhovian loss meet in uneasy suspension.

The minute you start putting words on paper you're eliminating possibilities.

When you write, you're always revealing a difficult part of yourself. It may not be a part of yourself that looks as difficult - there are parts that look more difficult - but in fact, they are all difficult, and you get kind of used to doing that. It is sort of the nature of the thing.

I never had much interest in being a child. As a way of being it seemed flat, failed to engage.

A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty.

People tend to forget that my presence runs counter to their best interests. And it always does. That is one last thing to remember. Writers are always selling somebody out.