I have worked really hard to defy categorization, to break down a taxonomy whenever it comes my way.

Genre is a bookstore problem, not a literary problem.

I'm trying to read more dead people because I keep having to read stuff for juries and so forth.

I believe that God locates himself at the spot where you recognize your own fallibility....And the paradox of it all has been that whenever I give up I seem to do better.

If I'm going to feel estranged and alienated and away from home I don't want anyone interrupting it to debate which berries to have in their pancakes.

God howls with laughter at earthly plans, you know?

Impotence, fetishism, bisexuality, and bondage are all facts of life, and our fiction should reflect that.