Everybody says, TV is great, the writer has so much power. I'm still trying to convince myself that's true. When do the writers ever have power? Ever? They don't. Even in the book industry.

Sacrificing one's life on the altar of literature is in some ways like sacrificing a goat to some malicious spirit. It's not always a humane or necessary decision.

Hollywood is famous for breeding monsters, and having worked in the business, I've known a lot of them. But only intermittently have I ever found them monstrous. They have many other qualities.

Much to my surprise, there's a sense for people in the cable industry that fiction writers might actually be good at script writing. You can write dialogue!

It's hard enough to make a novel a novel. I wouldn't know how to make it something else at the same time

I sometimes get asked if I think about film stuff while I'm writing fiction, and the answer is, of course not.

These are the kind of movies that only a real apparatchik, someone who thinks that corporations are people, could love.

During the 90s, I watched a lot of people getting fat and prosperous, and I thought, culture itself is the casualty of this.

There was a moment when the Berlin Wall came down and some people felt, "Oh capitalism won. That's the ideology we can believe in now."

It's hard to imagine there's a place for great writing inside a multinational conglomerate.

I don't want to say that having power is overrated, but powerlessness can give rise to a different kind of authority, and that's the kind of authority that writes books.

Having the big picture in mind enables us to overcome the day to day routines that attempt to distract us from pursuing our dream.

Those who are attached only to the result of their effort will not have any chance to appreciate it, because the result will never come.

But when I think of superchicks, I think of the roles, not the variety.

Don’t worry about a style. It will creep up on you and eventually you will have to undo it in order to go further.

Latins for Republicans. It's like roaches for Raid.

Life - a sexually transmitted terminal condition.

I suppose you could never explain to the most ingenous molusk that such a creature as a whale existed.

A single thought has the power of a bullet: either it can destroy you or it can help you immensely.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.