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.

Waves, sky, trees, Essrog - I was off the page now, away from the grammar of skyscrapers and pavement.

I never take any notes or draw charts or make elaborate diagrams, but I hold an image of the shape of a book in my head and work from that mental hologram.

I'm a firm believer that there are no rules in art. Every trajectory is different.

I try not to become too regular an addict of any one subculture.

I had always wanted to be a writer who confused genre boundaries and who was read in multiple contexts.

Being blocked, being uncertain, sitting there not knowing, waiting, abiding with it: this is the work. If you don't have the tolerance for that you're in great trouble. If you want to call it a writer's block... that doesn't seem a very useful name for that kind of abiding that I think is the essence of the work.