I am not a sun person at all. I think it's a cancerous poison and I don't want it touching me.

I don't regard the real and true and authentic as something to claim as a moral high ground.

I begin a book with imagery, more than I do with an idea or a character. Some kind of poetic image.

I'm a very interior person. I love silence. I revel in it. I'm happy that way.

I am occasionally enraptured by Western landscape. But I don't identify that state of mind as having to do with my own origins, having grown up in the West, although I certainly crisscrossed Nevada countless times growing up, and then as a young adult, in cars and on motorcycles.

Eventually, I decided that if I was going to really write a novel, I couldn't do it in New York City while holding down a job. You need a constant money source to live in New York City unless you're independently wealthy, which I'm not.

I don't really see art as structured by logic.