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

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.

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

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

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.

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.