The first horror movie I saw, in first or second grade, was My Bloody Valentine [1981], where there's a deranged killer in a miner mask stalking a small coal town.

In a lot of ways, work was my graduate school.

My dad liked more macho adventure books like Shogun or spy novels. My mother reads murder mysteries. In fact, so does her mother, my grandma. That's where I trace the familial line of murder mystery obsession.

I had been going out to Orient for several years.

I had lived in New York since 1996, sometimes in the worst neighborhoods, without even locking my door half the time.

It's just as political, what you do in the bedroom is just as political as what you do in public.

I'm really much better at asking questions than answering them, since asking questions is like a constant deflection of oneself.