I love irony.
– Lydia Millet
I like to amuse myself.
As soon as a regular guy like Bill Clinton becomes the president, he wears a mantle of greatness. He’s the president.
Fiction should be an ethically safe space, free of fancy ideas. It should be dedicated modestly to relationships or escapism or the needs of luscious voyeurs.
The Free Body Culture gave me a gift I might never have received had I refused to play along. It left me with an acute sense of the absurd – one I still cherish – to be there among my fellow apes, awkward and less than half-willing, aiming and missing, leaping, landing and wincing.
I never seem to leave L.A., though I left L.A.
Snark describes a cynical position, and I’m not interested in that.
Economic and health statistics, as well as police-violence statistics, shed light on the pressures on American Indian communities and individuals: Indian youths have the highest suicide rate of any United States ethnic group.
When ‘Watchmen’ was published in 1986, the vast majority of comics readers deemed it a watershed in comics history. The 12-part serial comic book was widely acclaimed as a genius subversion of the superhero genre, and it did much to popularize comics to adults.
My motto is, if you love something, don’t set it free. No matter how hard it struggles. That would be stupid.
There is a lot of contradictions of mermaids as a symbol. I’m always interested in contradictions.
Shouldn’t the cascades of extinction and rapid planetary warming register in our literature?
I used to try to write around the edges, but now I try to walk a more direct line.
If you’re going to do a thing, do it fully so that no writing you give the world misrepresents you – so that nothing you put out there is like a sad regift you couldn’t throw away and had to find a place for.
When I was 16, I went to Berlin – West Berlin, since at that time a wall still divided the city – to live for three months with a family on an exchange program.
I worry about the very pernicious way we elevate and separate ourselves from other beasts, the way we rationalize our comfort and ease, our worship of the self, as healthy. It’s enticing, but with a terrible taint of evil.
I think that young readers have very strong stomachs.
When it comes to American Indians, mainstream America suffers from willful blindness.
I’ve always been interested in obsessive, insane people.
The comic novels I did when I was in my 20s had a harder edge – less sympathy for people. Or a sympathy that was harder to detect: Characters’ foibles and obsessive bents were unrelenting, like caricatures.
I don’t tend to picture my characters as actors and actresses.
Both climate change and extinction are results of our tyranny over the nonhuman world and our domination of, and exploitation of, whole categories of each other – and those, in turn, are clearly linked to agriculture, the cattle-industrial complex, capitalism.
About half of all potential future global warming emissions from United States fossil fuels lie in oil, gas and coal buried beneath our public lands, controlled by the federal government and owned by the American people – and not yet leased to private industry for fuel extraction.
Most of my books have something to do with L.A.
Pugs are creatures of habit.
In Hiroshima, bombed Aug. 6, 1945, no warning was given of the air attack, and thus no escape was possible for the mostly women, children and old people who fell victim.
If you’re doing creative work, that work should never feel trivial – even if what you’re doing is for hire or lightly intended. Even the mundane doesn’t have to be trivial.
I wanted to go into the tropics and save animals – and write, of course.
People who are obsessed amuse me.
The grizzly bears that live in and around Yellowstone make up almost half the population in the lower 48 states, and now those bears are at risk.