The kernel, the soul - let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances - is plagiarism.

I guess they needed a maze in Japan, where everything's neat and tidy. In America everybody's already wandering around lost.

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

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

It's now expected of me that I will defy expectation, so I really generally seem to be free to write what I want.

Life is fundamentally up for grabs

I suppose in a way most of my characters are non-consumers, not terribly interested in all the little baubles and artifacts of contemporary life.