She said, "Do you have more things that you need, or more that you don't need?" I said, "It depends on what it means to need.

When you look up 'hilarious' in the dictionary, there's a picture of you.

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.

One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.

My greatest fear is feeling like a professional novelist. Somebody who creates characters, who sits down and has pieces of paper taped to the wall - what's going to happen in this scene, or this act. What I like is for it to be a much more scary, sloppy reflection of who I am.

I do think ordinariness is, in a way, the enemy, but not ordinariness as the opposite of flamboyance.

From space, astronauts can see people making love as a tiny speck of light. Not light, exactly, but a glow that could be confused for light - a coital radiance that takes generations to pour like honey through the darkness to the astronaut's eyes. In about one and a half centuries - after the lovers who made the glow will have long since been laid permanently on their backs - the metropolitan cities will be seen from space. They will glow all year. Smaller cities will also be seen, but with great difficulty. Towns will be virtually impossible to spot. Individual couples invisible.