Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes not sound.

The days of the digitals are numbered. The metaphor is built into them like a self-destruct mechanism.

I'm vaguely embarrassed by myself sometimes.

I'm so grateful to grab hold of something that wants to be a play. It doesn't happen very often. I don't have unwritten plays waiting for their turn.

The unpredictable and the predetermined unfold together to make everything the way it is.

Of all forms of fiction, autobiography is the most gratuitous.

It's the best possible time to be alive, when almost everything you thought you knew is wrong.