I'm not reading any novels right now, though not for lack of trying. Unless they're really good, my attention in most novels tends to sputter out after a hundred pages or so - an awful admission for someone who is trying to write one, but it's true.

Everything that we've ever done has led up to this moment, so I presume there's a certain intricacy in that.

What works for eating and swimming might work for reading and writing.

The idea of being part of this tapestry of humanity is a far more enlightening idea for me than believing you are going to this different place when you die. The magic of reality is far more potent.

I think one of the dangers of humor is becoming seduced by it and sacrificing the story for a few laughs.

I think everything in life is an evolution, isn't it?

I suppose I view my behavior in such a unique way. I frame it as an artist and maybe kind of make excuses for it. I suppose I romanticize my own life when I write. I always try to think whether it actually is quite romantic.