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.

I met someone who lives in an elevator.

I learned to write fiction the way I learned to read fiction - by skipping the parts that bored me.

You can't be deep without a surface

My heart, to put it more simply, got nostalgic for the present. Always a bad sign.

There's something about the rhythms of language that correspond to the rhythms of our own bodies.

My heart and the elevator, a plummet inside a plummet.