There’s something really rich and powerful in not talking about what you need to talk about sometimes.

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.

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

People tend to be scared of what they can't see.

I don't know exactly how long the book as we know it will exist, but I fully expect to make it to my death without having to give up on books.

Have I mentioned that I expect death around every turn, that every blue sky has a safe sailing out of it, that every bus runs me over, that every low, mean syllable uttered in my direction seems to intimate the violence of murder, that every family seems like an opportunity for ruin and every marriage a ceremony into which calamity will fall and hearts will be broken and lives destroyed and people branded by the mortifications of love?