Nothing was simple, certainly not simplification.

Order and simplification are the first steps towards mastery of a subject

Very seldom in my fiction have I directly used the stories people have told me. I think ripping off people's lives in fiction is dangerous. It also lacks imagination.

Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off.

I had enough electricity in my booty to jump-start the whole of New York City.

No shame in saying that I felt a loneliness drifting through me. Funny how it was, everyone perched in their own little world with the deep need to talk, each person with their own tale, beginning in some strange middle point, then trying so hard to tell it all, to have it all make sense, logical and final.