There is no God, and conversation is a dying art.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

All of us, all of us, all of us trying to save our immortal souls, some ways seemingly more round about and mysterious than others. We are having a good time here. But hope all will be revealed soon.

You're...writing for other writers to an extent-the dead writers whose work you admire, as well as the living writers you like to read.

I’d like to go out in the front yard and shout something. “None of this is worth it!” That’s what I’d like people to hear.

I've done as many as 20 or 30 drafts of a story. Never less than 10 or 12 drafts.

I guess my writing has changed as my life has.