When you were alone in the rising ocean, you grabbed whatever raft passed by.

Most of the news about the state of the environment is pretty ugly. This is frightening for me personally, but actually motivational for me artistically.

Take three different Thai writers and ask them to extrapolate their county's future, and one hopes that you'll get three very different - but all deeply honest - versions.

Knowledge is always two-edged. For every benefit, there is hazard. For every good, evil.

They’d blame a castoff just for breathing. You could be good as gold and they’d still blame you.

I write at a standing desk, which has helped me be much more productive and solved some back problems, but mostly all my quirky habits have to do with procrastination and avoidance rather than with work. I'm slowly trying to stamp those out.

The problem with surviving was that you ended up with the ghosts of everyone you’d ever left behind riding on your shoulders.