“There is a plot. What would be the point of just a bunch of things?”

“There's a whole bunch of things I don't know a thing about — I just stay away from those. So, I stay within what I call my circle of competence.”

“The plots and stories in the novels did not interest me so much as the point of view revealed.”

“That's what the whole Sixties Flower-Power thing was about: "Go away, you bunch of boring people."”

“What he has spent it on, apparently, is just hiring a bunch of staff people to wander around Utah and Mississippi and pick their nose.”

“Theres always somebody bugging you. They just wont leave you alone. No matter how simple things are there always some sonofabitch complicating things and fucking with your life. Jesus, this fucking world stinks. People are nothing but a bunch of shits. A rotten bunch of shits. They always want to screw you.”

“In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.”

“Just the kind of girl I liked—the weirdo in the bunch.”

“I have a catchphrase to describe my plot-generation technique — "What's the worst possible thing I can do to these people?"”

“I got these questions always running through my head. So many things that I would like to understand. If we are born to die and we all die to live, then whats the point of living life if it just contradicts?”