Real data is messy. ...It's all very noisy out there. Very hard to spot the tune. Like a piano in the next room, it's playing your song, but unfortunately it's out of whack, some of the strings are missing, and the pianist is tone deaf and drunk- I mean, the noise! Impossible!

I write fiction because it's a way of making statements I can disown.

The bad end unhappily, the good unluckily. That is what tragedy means.

A healthy attitude is contagious but don't wait to catch it from others. Be a carrier.

The names for things don't come first. Words stagger after, hopelessly trying to become the sensation.

My mind gets into a verbal mode.

Revolution is a trivial shift in the emphasis of suffering.