I do not know what I regret. I sit with my pen, and cannot find an end to that sentence.

I've always enjoyed that kind of thing - thinking about the production of narrative and why it is that when we read a novel, we don't notice the fact that someone who might be very close-mouthed or tight-lipped is perfectly willing to tell us a story in 600 or 700 pages.

I do not know what I regret. I sit with my pen, and cannot find an end to that sentence.

We went to the moon to have fun, but the moon turned out to completely suck.

Whispering makes a narrow place narrower.

I can't tell you how irritating it is to be an atheist in a haunted house.

I don't know when they first had feeds. Like maybe, fifty or a hundred years ago. Before that, they had to use their hands and their eyes. Computers were all outside the body. They carried them around outside of them, in their hands, like if you carried your lungs in a briefcase and opened it to breathe.