I don't want to do the type of writing where I recite biography, parentage and education. I want to rise up from the words on the page and do something, hurt someone.

I like the construction of sentences and the juxtaposition of words-not just how they sound or what they mean, but even what they look like.

I think more than writers, the major influences on me have been European movies, jazz, and Abstract Expressionism.

We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming.

As technology advances in complexity and scope, fear becomes more primitive.

No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

I've come to think of Europe as a hardcover book, America as the paperback version.

I don’t want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.

A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.

It gets kind of zen after awhile, life is a journey, time is a river, the door is ajar.

My dad has always been really helpful. He taught me that talent is a bonus, but persistence is what wins out.

Sundays kill more people than bombs.

If you are sad, if you are heartbroken, make yourself up, dress up, add more lipstick and attack.

I think Pro Tools is pretty analogous to how people composed music on tape back in the 70s, taking little fragments of things and saying, 'How can we organize these in a sensible way'?

Besides, you want the unvarnished and ungarnished truth, and I'm no hand for that. I'm a lawyer.

Christians are simply pilgrims who acknowledge their lostness and their desire for help in finding the way.

We were alone in a strange mansion with a baboon, a crocodile, and a weird cat. And apparently, the entire world was in danger. I looked at Sadie. “What do we do now?

O Allah! If I cannot always understand Your wisdom in what You decree, please let me at least have the insight to accept it and be content with it.

There is only one morality, as there is only one geometry.