It turns out that my memory is just not that great, so for specific scenes with people doing stuff, sometimes I'd have the details all wrong or I couldn't remember what happened exactly, so I just let that be.

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

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.

The process of composition, messing around with paragraphs and trying to make really good prose, is hardwired into my personality.

God howls with laughter at earthly plans, you know?

Major theme of the book ["Hotels of North America"], from my point of view: what is persona, what is self, in the digital sphere, and/or what is the effect of it on self in a prolonged interaction.

Sadness is simply something to be treated with antidepressant meds and otherwise need not be spoken of.