I love poetry, read it a lot, but make no claim to being able to write it.

I like a great degree of compression. I like to mix lateral steps with forward ones. I don't want the prose ever to feel simply functional - at least not for any stretch.

The novel's not the best form for disposing ideas, though that's one thing it can do. It likely is the best form, though, for conveying the experience of us each being alone, trapped in our skulls with only these bodies and this imperfect instrument of language to convey our state and to find meaning and connection.

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

The idea that language can be recombined to create new forms, new things, is of course very old in poetry.

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

Science is claiming ever more ground from popular stories of the kind we thought we weren't to believe in.