I don't read the "letters" section of Time magazine. I think it's just my habit as a reader. I don't read comments on stories, in general.

You don't get anywhere without saying yes.

I can't imagine what someone would write that would infuriate me. Maybe if my loved one had died of some disease and someone was insensitive, that would piss me off.

I hate walking up to strangers.

I don't like to be in the forest. It's a weird thing. I've learned to have a general appreciation for nature, which has taken a while. But the forest, I still don't really love.

I have a really high bar for being angry. Like, it doesn't even happen every year.

I love sushi, but I'm not going to write a column about it.