My mother loved my father. From my view, she let him get away with too much. It broke my heart to see him in an old people's home and stop being strong and lose his voice.

I want to give the evidence in a way that is convincing, but I don't want to cheat.

I'm still vulnerable and still weak.

When you're at the basketball court watching a game, one person may be talking about a fight he had with his wife, another is talking about the last hard-on he got, someone else is talking about the presidential election. The language and the tone and the voice - I'd love to be able to capture that spontaneity.

I really dislike it when people talk about "experimental," because any good writer is experimental.

That's the beauty and the terror of being human beings: We just have these symbolic languages, these dreams, and that's all it ever is.

I can't pretend that I did one really awful thing - I took a bite out of the apple but now I'm never going to sin again.