Books woke me up. Books are my favorite man-made objects. I fetishize their design, smell, feel. And that they can contain such burning, complex communications is a miracle to me.

I started to write a series of fantasy novels when I was eleven. I have never taken anything artistic as seriously; since then, writing has felt like an attempt to get back there, to my bedroom, my maps, those races and languages and runes.

It's harder to make money when you're not a machine in a massive apparatus designed only to make money, but artists will figure it out.

I would sleep 12 hours a day if I could.

With writing and publishing, my only aim is to live in the aesthetic pleasure dome.

Art is the most benign cultural practice, and yet art has an upper bound of personal revelation that is so far away it is basically a horizon.

I love art and I think I was destined to end up in some aspect of the arts.