Art is a form of exploration, of sailing off into the unknown alone, heading for those unmarked places on the map. If children are not permitted-not taught-to be adventurers and explorers as children, what will become of the world of adventure, of stories, of literature itself?

My Saturday Night. My Saturday night is like a microwave burrito. Very tough to ruin something that starts out so bad to begin with.

Every Messiah fails, the moment he tries to redeem himself.

[While writing], I'll go anywhere I find that is quiet, has no internet. I have a big internet problem.

All male friendships are essentially quixotic: they last only so long as each man is willing to polish the shaving-bowl helmet, climb on his donkey, and ride off after the other in pursuit of illusive glory and questionable adventure.

Some things that are invisible and untouchable can nevertheless be seen and felt.

Do what you gotta do and stay fly