A lot of my work comes from what in Asia is called the 'mind of wonder.' There is not a lot of 'mind of wonder' writing in contemporary Western literature. I think that's what appeals to the readers who are my fans.

Serious reading is hardly a social activity and every halfway serious reader is perpetually subject to a form of coitus interruptus. Family members or friends who lack the desire, the courage, or the opportunity to burst in on you when there's some indication that you could be sexually entwined will seldom hesitate to interject themselves between you and a page, even though the act of reading is often as intimate and intense as a full-fledged carnal embrace.

There are only two mantras, yum and yuck, mine is yum.

Meditation... dissolves the mind. It erases itself. Throws the ego out on its big brittle ass.

Sometimes one gets the feeling that life still thinks it's living in Paris in the '30s.

Summer had come to sit on New York's face.

The function of the artist is to provide what life does not.