The trouble is that America's become a utopia accessible only to some people. Others get trampled on. Perhaps it's a problem of size. Robin Dunbar, an anthropologist, once gave the ideal number of a given community as 148. That seems about right to me. There's something idealistic about that - in a group of 148 people you can get to know everybody.

When I write new worlds, I work in layers, building and throwing out, and building anew.

You had to pick up a landline to make sure your best friend wore a matching outfit to school. I do remember people talking more. Nostalgia is dangerous, though.

I'm a writer, not an actor. I want to write rather than perform. I'm looking forward to disappearing for a while.

If you look at communal experiments in general for any amount of time, you'll find a lot of horrors: raped children, sexual slavery, eugenics experiments, on and on.

In this moment that blooms and fades as it passes, he is enough, and all is well in the world.

Sex is a good starting point for everything.