All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.

We humans are here because nothing can be perfect. There always have to be some living things that are unsatisfied, itchy, trying too hard. If it was all just animals and rocks and lettuce, the gods wouldn't feel like they had enough to do.

I think because I write so many short stories, it's not that hard to come up with characters that are not me.

To do someone else's script? I don't think I'd have a reason.

I am very sincere. Some people are always kidding, so when you're not, it's going to seem annoying to them.

Collections are certainly abundant online. It's complicated, because it's not like these people didn't want computers, although there was some nonchalance about it. I would sometimes ask the people I interviewed if they wished they had a computer, and in a lot of cases, it was like they couldn't process the question. You don't know what you don't have, I guess.

I really did not feel okay about any of this, and there was really nothing I could do about any of it.