I started appreciating and valuing different things. Some things just became insufferable to me, and not just literature. I used to like horror movies and now I couldn't stand them.

Rilke said that art can come only out of inner necessity. I write because I must. Or because I cannot not write.

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

The mind is complicated and you can't trace the roots of its processes, but there is something about mathematical and algorithmic patterns that I like to recognize in things.

I'm a dilettante by temperament. I don't have any expectation.

We hated pretentiousness; it was a form of self-hatred.

I never thought of myself as an outsider. Because outside of what? You would have to give advantage to this space where you're not, to think of it as sovereign because you're not there. I was always in the center of where I needed to be.