My relationship with my readers is somewhat theatrical. One of the main things I try to do in my work is delight my readers.

People have no idea how much work it is for a man to produce an ejaculation. You have this seminal vesicle churning out this fluid, the prostate gland producing an alkaline solution. It's like having five iron chefs in your crotch working to cook up this stuff.

I think of memory as a game, that is as something one engages in with a very profound kind of "playfulness."

You are fiercely heterosexual and well-formed, and it's no one's business that you've shrunk your parents and keep them in a terranium, but you have a gatling gun for a mouth, and if that's a diary you're producing from your cleavage, I'm leaving.

I was an infinitely hot and dense dot.

I have an enduring, very robust infatuation with dictators. I have an infatuation with Stalin, Mao, and Mussolini. In the Paris Review interview I did (in 2013), I said my next book, this one, was going to be about Mussolini. I wound up only having a Mussolini cameo in the book.

I think to simply make fun of something isn't particularly interesting. I try to not just do a parody of something or belittle something or disparage something.