At the age of 31, I realized, ‘Oh my God, I may die like everyone else.’

Fiction is no longer the dominant storytelling device of our time. In the 19th century it worked great, and fiction was the king, but it’s not the king any more.

Sometimes, like in ‘Invisible Monsters,’ I get too out of control, and instead of a plot point every chapter, I want a plot point in every sentence.

I write nothing but contemporary romances.

First your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.

After fight club you’re so relaxed, you just cannot care.

If Marilyn Monroe was alive right now, what would she be doing?’Clawing at the roof of her coffin.

The best way to waste your life is by taking notes. The easiest way to avoid living is to just watch. Look for the details. Report. Don’t participate. Let Big Brother do the singing and...

Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby.

How she looks is watered-down.How she looks is disappearing.How she looks is erased.”Don’t stress”, she says. “This is just me not wearing any makeup.

Isn’t a kid alive who doesn’t dream about rewarding her folks, or punishing them.

Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.

Like the he-man movie stars who turn out to be queer . . . or the silent-film actors whose voices sound terrible recorded–the audience only wants a limited amount of honesty. [ellipses original]

Put the gun to my head and paint walls with my brains.