I'm learning to hate the sound of my own voice.

Consensual reality is both fragile and elastic, and it heals like the skin of a bubble.

As I get older I find that the friendships that are the most certain, ultimately, are the ones where you and the other person have made substantial amounts of money for one another.

Nature, or at least birds and women, abhorred the invisible man.

When Rolling Stone handed me this crazy assignment to be in the studio with James Brown, they had the misapprehension that I'd written for them already just because I claimed my character had.

Apologies aren't something you want to get in the habit of practicing in the mirror

I'd have been a filmmaker or a cartoonist or something else which extended from the visual arts into the making of narratives if I hadn't been able to shift into fiction.