The things that I have loved have always been those extremes where there has been some kind of apocalypse in the person's life, and they come out unscathed or scathed.

We like something because someone else liked it.

The whole exploitation thing is funny, too. Exploitation is the nature of the world, isn't it?

New York exists for me. Not me for it.

With my stuff, I think I've tried. I've been courted. I don't want to sound like an asshole, but I've been courted to be someone who could sell a lot of books.

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

Only cool people care about the origin stories of why they like something, and I'm not cool.