Artists freeze themselves into these weird postures that are meant to be impressive and involving, then they fling them out into the world like Polaroids, and then they move on. And I'm stuck in this intense relationship to the Polaroid.

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

Comics? Honestly, that's more a matter of nostalgia for me. I think most of that energy has gone to my love of literature, and my love of film...

I want to write books that can be read a hundred years from now, and readers wouldn't be bogged down by irrelevant details.

The computer is the way I'm making books, but I still think about the physical properties. I visualize the length of a book, the proportions of a book, in material terms.

Develop your pawns or Hulk will smash.

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