The only thing I've consistently been interested in in the last twenty-five years is writing very short texts. That continues to interest me as a project, to contain some part of reality, which is chaotic by definition, in a contained space. I like small apartments. I like getting rid of stuff. I went through my files yesterday and spent hours shredding things. It was great.

Those who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.

Look at me, dancing my little dance for a few moments against the background of eternity.

I don't write toward a genre, and I try not to make claim to a genre after a book is published. That said, The Guardians isn't poetry. It's prose.

I see no reason not to write whatever comes to me.

I like people who possess either deep mastery or deep empathy, but not as much as I like those who possess both.

If you think something's happened quickly, you're looking at only a part of it.