I had an epiphany: I was a loser.

I have a hard time imagining a country or a government where I would say, "Oh, this is good," where I could live under a government that I respect for a day or a week, even to see what it feels like.

My skin was the border between the world and me.

Belief and delusion are incestuous siblings.

Because sometimes you have no control over life and it keeps you far away from who you love.

Language is so inherent to humanity, so necessary for even basic thinking, that stories and poetry are available to anyone who can process language.

I don't believe in inspiration. I write when I can't avoid writing anymore.