I dont walk around chuckling all the time. My outlook is very bleak. Its worse than bleak, its apocalyptic.

Sometimes I think my purpose is as a saboteur when I'm working with other people, derailing what they're trying to do or taking things to a ludicrous extremity.

I think people got in touch with me either knowing my work, or probably more frequently just knowing a plot or sort of buzz about something I did and sort of saying, "Get that guy that writes the crazy stuff in here."

I was an infinitely hot and dense dot.

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

Stand-up comedy had an interesting effect on me in terms of how I started to think about constructing things, because I really loved the interstices, the linkages, or lack thereof.

It's in great joy that we grasp truth.