I think that we're all, as human beings, so limited. If we want to write about ourselves, that's fairly easy. And if we write about our friends or our families, we can do that. But if we want to project ourselves somewhere beyond our personal experience we're going to fail unless we get that experience or we borrow it from others.

Death is ordinary. Behold it, subtract its patterns and lessons from those of the death that weapons bring, and maybe the residue will show what violence is.

Some friends and I, we went right up there behind the studio and we got on a train, we could tell it was going to go to Roseville. We got off it and got on another train. And we got to Roseville, and it takes hours to get through that yard. It's really big. So we ended up just coming back here. It's like fishing or hunting. You can't always come back with something.

There will come a time when nobody reads my books and no one remembers who I was. And in the meantime, I'll do it my way.

The instant people specialize, its in their interest to dehumanize the people their specialized function operates upon.

Maybe life is a process of trading hopes for memories.

At least I hope - that the fiction I've written so far has flaws but has mostly been successful.