Life is boring. People are vengeful. Good things always end. We do so many things and we don’t know why, and if we do find out why, it’s decades later and knowing why doesn’t matter any more.
It’s not healthy to live life as a succession of isolated little cool moments.
I build my life so that I don’t wake up for anything. Ever. If you make me get up early to do something with you, I will hate you and resent you and figure out a way of never having to work with you ever again.
You wait for fate to bring about the changes in life which you should be bringing about by yourself.
Here’s my theory about meetings and life: the three things you can’t fake are erections, competence and creativity.
It’d be preposterous for me to propose a universal cure to loneliness but I will say that people who do the things they find interesting, either creatively or vocationally, tend to become unlonely very quickly.
Starved for affection, terrified of abandonment, I began to wonder if sex was really just an excuse to look deeply into another human being’s eyes.
As the expression goes, we spend our youth attaining wealth, and our wealth attaining youth.
I like having a beard. My beard changes my face shape and allows me to see in it family members who I love and can’t see otherwise.
If a building looks better under construction than it does when finished, then it’s a failure.
My writing process is ritualized and monotonous, but there’s no other way to get the job done. All other fiction writers I’ve met say the same thing.
I like the present. I’m always interested in new ideas, and what’s happening. I’m not nostalgic.
It’s very strange that most people don’t care if their knowledge of their family history only goes back three generations.
If your life had lyrics, would they be any good?
I don’t think anyone ever gets over anything in life; they merely get used to it.
If you’re not a tree hugger, then you’re a what, a tree hater?
When you crop the photo, you tell a lie.
I think writing would have happened to me anyway, somehow. Differently, but it still would have happened.
Adventure without risk is Disneyland.
At least there’s nothing scary about him and hopefully he doesn’t see anything scary in me. We go way back, to summer camp. We KNOW each other. People I don’t know just make me want to say YIKES! I’ll take history over mystery any day of the week.