In my writing I'm trying to explore the violations people commit upon each other. And the important thing isn't whether I'm angry. The more important thing is, is it true? Do these things really happen?

I'm so used to being misunderstood.

I think life is difficult and that's that. I am not at all - absolutely not at all - interested in the pursuit of happiness. I am not interested in the pursuit of positivity. I am interested in pursuing a truth, and the truth often seems to be not happiness but its opposite.

What I really want to write about is injustice and justice, and the different ways human beings organize the two.

I didn't know it was possible to be successful as a writer, so I wasn't afraid to fail.

People don't make changes because things are wonderful.

It is true that our skin is sort of more or less the same shade. But is it true that our skin color makes us a distinctive race? No.