I work on a laptop specifically so I can work in cafes and pretend I'm part of the human world.

For those whose ganglia were formed pre-TV, the mimetic deployment of pop-culture icons seems at best an annoying tic and at worst a dangerous vapidity that compromises fiction's seriousness by dating it out of the Platonic Always, where it ought to reside.

I don't have a lot of paper in my immediate work environment, except when I'm doing things like checking the godforsaken proofs.

I can't bear the silent ringing in my skull.

What's beautiful about art is that it circumscribes a space, a physical and mental space. If you try to put the entire world into every page, you turn out chaos.

Every artist has limits. No one can do everything. It's impossible.

As much as I care about historical context - I'm very eager to read a really great historical account.