There's a ton of good art and music and writing out there offline among a ton of trash, and the same goes with what's online.

Genre categorization is a capitalist (rather than artistic) thing, a symptom of marketing and major-chain bookshelf placement.

Having a voice unlike another means you've "found yourself" as a writer.

I don't have a philosophy. I have an instinct. I accept stuff that I like.

The Internet is perfect for delivering large blocks of text to people throughout the world for free. That's a plus. The downside is the ADD, the Internet-addled Attention Deficit Disorder.

The Web ultimately is a medium used by real offline people, and as such, it'll probably be whatever we are.

If you want to change things in the USA it's best not to spend all your time writing but to take action against the ol' sea of troubles.

Online writing is supplementary, complementary, another part of the whole, something that's only as important as one's investment in it.

I'm an only child and an American and am wholly in favor of uniqueness of voice in everything, especially music and writing.

The problem with the term "The New Fiction" is that the fiction will inevitably be old. The same could have been said about the work of any generation of writers.

America's all about the various voices, right? When we all speak with a common voice we verge on fascism, which is militaristic, and fundamentally anti-American.

One who has conquered every aspect of his pain except the deepest.

Real friendship, like real poetry, is extremely rare - and precious as a pearl.

When the Greeks said, Whom the gods love die young, they probably meant, as Lord Sankey suggested, that those favored by the gods stay young till the day they die; young and playful.

A revolutionist is one who desires to discard the existing social order and try another.

I'm actually very scared of sharks. I wanted to be a marine biologist when I was young, which may not have been compatible with that fear.

I thought using one device would be simpler.

Nothing bubbled up from the depths. For once, the present was so alive and captivating that the past was not even an echo or a shadow-she was, in this moment, wiped clean.

I inherited my ability from both parents; my mother's ability for spending money, and my father's ability for not earning it.

As a rule we perceive what we expect to perceive... The unexpected is usually not received at all.

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