Cambridge was a joy. Tediously. People reading books in a posh place. It was my fantasy. I loved it. I miss it still.

Protect the time and space in which you write. Keep everybody away from it, even the people who are most important to you.

When the male organ of a man stands erect, two thirds of his intelect go away. And one third of his religion.

But surely to tell these tall tales and others like them would be to spread the myth, the wicked lie, that the past is always tense and the future, perfect.

The novel leads you places that you never could have gotten to otherwise.

Don't we all know why nerds do what they do? To get money, which leads to popularity, which leads to girls.

Step back from your Facebook Wall for a moment: Doesn't it, suddenly, look a little ridiculous? Your life in this format?