The radio was on and that was the first time I heard that song, the one I hate. Whenever I hear it all I can think of is that very day riding in the front seat with Lucy leaning against me and the smell of Juicy Fruit making me want to throw up. How can a song do that? Be like a net that catches a whole entire day, even a day whose guts you hate? You hear it and all of a sudden everything comes hanging back in front of you, all tangled up in that music.

what is an imaginary friend? are there also imaginary enemies?

I used to live a very social life and never spend much solitary time looking at birds or reading.

I found myself compelled, like this weird, shameful compulsion to draw cute animals.

You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.

What is an idea made of? Of future, past and also meanwhile.

When I work on a book, I usually start with a question. And I don't sit around and go "I need to write a book. What's a good question?" It will be a question that's just clanging around in my head.