The impact of black music and black art forms on American culture is really difficult to appreciate.

Hip-hop is mostly what I listen to, other than jazz. I've given up on pop music and indie rock.

That became my aesthetic - a very Chekhovian, American realist aesthetic in the tradition of Raymond Carver, Richard Ford, and Tobias Wolff. The perfectible, realist story that had these somewhat articulate characters, a lot of silence, a lot of obscured suffering, a lot of manliness, a lot of drinking, a lot of divorces. As my writing went on, I shed a lot of those elements.

Most Americans have a sense of what the blues is. But in Hong Kong, they have no sense of the blues.

Prajna is insight into the world. And a lot of that insight has to do with karma and the way karma affects our lives.

The truth is that an intellectual life is available to almost anyone, almost anywhere, if they work hard enough and are given some kind of access point.

It was always a false assumption that white American writers cannot write novels about race unless they're approaching it from a very oblique angle.