[M]y first published book had just appeared in stores. The last year of my life-the year of finishing it, editing it, and seeing it through its various page-proof passes-ranks among the most unnerving of my young life. It has not felt good, or freeing. It has felt nerve-shreddingly disquieting. Publication simply allows one that much more to worry about. This cannot be said to aspiring writers often or sternly enough. Whatever they carry within themselves they believe publication cures will not, I can all but guarantee, be cured. You just wind up with new diseases.

Girlfriends, indeed: the anti-video game.

To create anything… is to believe, if only momentarily, you are capable of magic.

Fun is not the same thing as fulfillment.

An artist can respect the backfield of fact before which every human being stands and choose not to address those facts.

A great writer reveals the truth even when he or she does not wish to.

Charyn, like Nabokov, is that most fiendish sort of writer-so seductive as to beg imitation, so singular as to make imitation impossible.