I do have a sense of displacement as constant instability - the uninterrupted existence of everything that I love and care about is not guaranteed at all. I wait for catastrophes.

I don't make notes for myself because I either lose them or they make no sense to me at all. I once found a piece of paper with the note: 'everything.' Apparently I made a note to myself not to forget everything!

Anything that might come under arts should not be subject to the whims of the idiotic market because the market’s stupid, and it gravitates toward simplicity – towards essentializing things so they can be sold.

I’ll take any life in which I can make choices and have agency, and America is not a bad place for all that.

One person’s garbage is another person’s commodity.

Shiny teeth were footnote to her smile.

Men confide, lust rhetorically, copulate hypothetically with women of unacknowledged fantasy.

Politics imagined as direct agency, whether by voting or by participating in politics, you can think you’re not political because you don’t do anything between elections.

I long for, not a writer’s retreat – I can write in any situation – but a reader’s retreat.

Only gay bars were full; the heterosexual joints were empty – the heteros massively committed to watching television with their falsely monogamous spouses.