T. C. Boyle

As humans, we all want our own island. Of course, the truth is, we're never going to get it.

Life is tragic and absurd, and none of it has any purpose at all.

I'm enslaved to writing to the point where I sacrifice almost everything else.

I'm compulsively on time. It drives me insane when people are late.

Being famous gets me good concert tickets, good tables in restaurants, good seats at sporting events and that's really about it.

I think Indians dress better than anyone, but I don't want to imitate more than a detail or two; I prefer my clothes humdrum and inconspicuous, and a cowboy hat just doesn't work for me.