When once I got to America I fell in love with hippie culture, and I've always wanted to live in the country and grow organic vegetables.

It's too easy to say this or that is "race," and that has been a vehicle for an incredible amount of wrong in the world.

I was then at the height of my two-facedness: that is, outside I seemed one way, inside I was another; outside false, inside true.

I write out of defiance.

One day I was living silently in a personal hell, without anyone to tell what I felt, without even knowing that the feelings I had were possible to have; and then one day I was not living like that at all. I had begun to see the past like this: there is a line; you can draw it yourself, or sometimes it gets drawn for you; either way, there it is, your past, a collection of people you used to be and things you used to do. Your past is the person you no longer are, the situations you are no longer in.

I would be lost without the feeling of antagonism that people have towards me. I write out of defiance.

I suppose you could say I love outlaw American culture.