I really don't have a lot in common with the people who attend the Comic Con. It's like assuming that all people who write prose are the same.

I'm a guy that likes to sit in one place

Im pretty aggressive, and maybe obnoxious, about trying to get work.

As a matter of fact, I deliberately look for the mundane, because I feel these stories are ignored. The most influential things that happen to virtually all of us are the things that happen on a daily basis. Not the traumas.

I felt more alone that week than any. Sometimes I'd feel a body lying next to me like an amputee feels a phantom limb. All I did was think about Jennie Gerhardt and Alice Quinn and all the decades of people I had known. The more I thought, the more I felt like crying. Life seemed so sweet and so sad, and so hard to let go of in the end. But hey, man, every day is a brand new deal, right? Just keep on working and something's bound to turn up.

Every ethnic group thinks they are the chosen ones.

Ordinary life is pretty complex stuff.