California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.

The writer is the person who stands outside society, independent of affiliation and independent of influence.

In a repressive society, a writer can be deeply influential, but in a society that's filled with glut and repetition and endless consumption, the act of terror may be the only meaningful act.

There are two Venices I know about and one of them is a hotel in Vegas. The other is an L.A. beach where pretty girls walk their dogs while wearing as little as possible and mutant slabs of tanned, posthuman beef sip iced steroid lattes and pump iron until their pecs are the size of Volkswagens.

The modern meaning of life's end-when does it end? How does it end? How should it end? What is the value of life? How do we measure it?

I embarked on my life - I didn't do anything. I don't have an explanation.