Some people have things written all over their faces; the big guy had a couple of words misspelled in crayon on his.

Music still sort of hangs up there in the sky for me as this thing that moves me so much, but I can't really make it. It's like a car I can't drive.

Yes! I'm the slowest comic-book writer on Earth.

Every book is a kind of experiment in doing something that feels impossible.

Writing is a necessity and often a pleasure, but at the same time, it can be a great burden and a terrible struggle.

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.

Yet I'm making a book and I'm going to care immensely about what words get bound in the pages, and I want the object to look good. I won't believe in it and it won't be real to me until there's a finished book I can hold.