Envy never comes to the ball dressed as envy; it comes dressed as high moral standards or distaste for materialism.

All the things we value in society don't mean much in fiction.

Mere fact has no chance of being formally perfect. It will get in the way, it will be all elbows.

Style isn't something added on; it's intrinsic to the perceptions and the way you see life.

People? People are chaotic quiddities living in one cave each. They pass the hours in amorous grudge and playback and thought experiment. At the campfire they put the usual fraction on exhibit, and listen to their own silent gibber about how they're feeling and how they're going down. We've been there. Death helps. Death gives us something to do. Because it's a fulltime job looking the other way.

I want incremental improvements. There's the record of all the revolutionary and violent change and extremism in general - it's dreadful.

Oh man sometimes I wake up feel like a cat runover. Are you familiar with the stoical aspects of hard drinking, of heavy drinking? Oh it's heavy. Oh it's hard. It isn't easy. Jesus, I never meant me any harm. All I wanted was a good time.