It's funny with fiction - once you cut something, it hasn't happened anymore.

I think if someone could demonstrate to me that fiction did no good, I would still do it, because I think it does good for me.

The weird thing was that I went to Trump rallies thinking I was going to run into militant, right wing, racist people and mostly I didn't. That should have been a clue to me. The people I talked to were not, on the surface level, crazy. They were quite nice, quite normal, employed, and actually were wealthier than the press at that time would have led us to believe. At that time, the narrative was that these were all working poor but these were not working poor. That should've been a clue to me that this was a little bigger than I thought.

I'm from a pretty working-class background, and I really worked hard in my life to eradicate those parts of myself that were stupidly trapped in that world.Those of us who come up that way made a series of choices to benefit ourselves and make ourselves more generous and open.

My artistic approach is that you're supposed to be a little baffled.

It seems to me that there are certain thoughts and vignettes and attitudes that I have always had the desire to represent.

I hear that in my head all the time now: 'Why don't you go and see?'.