I was an infinitely hot and dense dot.

I can tell from about 20 yards away when someone has a manuscript for me. I can just tell - they have that look.

It's in great joy that we grasp truth.

I always thought of my work as being animated by a spirit of unhinged generosity.

I'm in that very preliminary stage of wondering how exactly to "pressurize" the novel in some way I've never considered before.

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.

The interesting thing about something in the back of your mind is that it can travel pretty far back in your mind.