Everybody is so goddamn sure of themselves, it just makes you realize this is the curse of the modern world.

In memoir, can you really tell the truth about yourself? You're not going to write about your little peccadilloes, like, "I like a finger in my ass during sex." Or whatever it is. You're not going to come out in typical everyday conversation and say that. That's something that's going to be only for a select few.

Everybody is so goddamn sure of themselves, it just makes you realize this is the curse of the modern world.

We like something because someone else liked it.

Everybody is so sure about everything these days. Just look at your horrible Facebook feed on the most recent tragedy that people are commenting on.

You can write songs about your comic books and the girl or boy you sort of know and your mom and dad and it's all right there in front of you.

It's like that where these little anecdotes come through, and I guess that's what I like about books like that [He Stopped Loving Her Today]. Fiction now is so experiential.