Paranoia can be a sign of a sanity in some circumstances, in some places and times.

It's fiction's job to express how it feels to be living now, and it's a complex feeling, full of contradiction. To me it often feels like a brutal trivialization of reality.

I just write what I want to read, and sometimes keeping it interesting means adding one more element that ends up adding another year to the work.

Many of the concepts we once thought belonged to speculation or science fiction are now part of our understood reality.

Novels seem to exist because of this need to know and connect, and so story becomes charged with necessity.

We're getting used to reality and fantasy passing into each other. Much of the border between them has been erased.

Absurdity isn't quite so absurd as it once was.