I Was An Infinitely Hot And Dense

I Think People Got In Touch With Me Either Knowing My Work, Or Probably More Frequently Just Knowing A Plot Or Sort Of Buzz About Something I Did And Sort Of Saying, "get That Guy That Writes The Crazy Stuff In Here."

As Far As What I Do, My Value As A Writer Is Certainly Not To Try To Recapitulate A 19th Century Form. Certain Styles Of Narrative Don't Conform To My Style Of Experiencing The World.

I Can Tell From About 20 Yards Away When Someone Has A Manuscript For Me. I Can Just Tell - They Have That Look.

I Dont Walk Around Chuckling All The Time. My Outlook Is Very Bleak. Its Worse Than Bleak, Its Apocalyptic.

You Are Fiercely Heterosexual And Well-formed, And It's No One's Business That You've Shrunk Your Parents And Keep Them In A Terranium, But You Have A Gatling Gun For A Mouth, And If That's A Diary You're Producing From Your Cleavage, I'm Leaving.