I'm fascinated with video games, though I can't really play them. It's definitely an art form that intrigues me to no end, though.

My idea with my work is always to fashion something that's impossible to transpose into any other media.

As far as what I do, my value as a writer is certainly not to try to recapitulate a 19th century form. Certain styles of narrative don't conform to my style of experiencing the world.

I think as I have gotten older, my feelings about my role in the culture as a writer, and me specifically, has changed, and has become more degraded and marginalized. This may be a more personal and psychological than a sociological insight, but I feel more vulnerable.

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.

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.