What does all this mean finally, I kept asking like a college kid. Why does it make me want to cry? Maybe it’s that we are all outsiders, we are all making our own unusual way through a wilderness of
normality that is just a myth.

I'm always looking, and I'm always asking questions.

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ask. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds -- justifications, confirmations, forms of consolation without which they can't go on. To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

To be human, that's what most of us long for. It is the human which has become myth to us.

First-person narrators is the way I know how to write a book with the greatest power and chance of artistic success.

I think everyone would be more worried if we played at 10 a.m.. College guys are a lot more awake at 10 p.m. I think the key is to not make a big deal of it. You stay in the same routine (as you would for a normal 7 p.m. game), you just push everything back three hours.