Sometimes You Get A Flash Of What

Something In Me Was Changed By Lincoln In The Bardo, And The Great Sublime/grotesque Risk Of [george Saunders'] Ghosts Was A Part Of It.

All Novels Attempt To Cut Neural Routes Through The Brain, To Convince Us That Down This Road The True Future Of The Novel Lies.

Art Is The Western Myth, With Which We Both Console Ourselves And Make Ourselves.

The Ideal Reader Cannot Sleep When Holding The Writer He Was Meant To Be With.

I'm A Writer Who Never Writes About Sex. It's So Far From My Own Fictional World.