My mother cranes her neck. Her ability to be fascinated by things is her best gift to me.

If I still lived in Russia, I'd be dead... or a really effective oligarch.

I was very, very sick when I was growing up in Russia. The ambulance constantly came to our house. I had horrible asthma that is easily treated in America, but they didn't even have inhalers back in Russia.

If my mother hadn't tried to sell me chicken Kiev cutlets for $1.40 after I graduated from college, maybe I would've been the lawyer she wanted me to be.

The only way to write about right now is to write about the future.

By reading this message you are denying its existence and implying consent.

I love to act, I've always wanted to be an actor. I think that acting and fiction go nicely together - being able to visualize language as something you perform, not just something that's there on the page.