After he saw God he felt really good, for around a year. And then he felt really bad. Worse than he ever had before in his life. Because one day it c… - Philip K. Dick

Helping people was one of the two basic things Fat had been told to give up; helping people and taking dope. He had stopped taking dope, but all his energy and enthusiasm were now totally channelled into saving people. Better he had kept on with the dope.

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent.

It is my job to create universes, as the basis of one novel after another. And I have to build them in such a way that they do not fall apart two days later.
Or at least that's what my editors hope.
However, I will reveal a secret to you:
I like to build universes which do fall apart. I like to see them unglued, and I like to see how how the characters in the novel cope with this problem.
I have a scret love of chaos. There should be more of it.