I can't imagine deer hunting. I used to think I couldn't imagine deer hunting because killing a deer seemed so awful. But now I think about just sitting in a tree and doing nothing all day and probably not even seeing a deer. Not moving and sitting in a tree? That seems rough.

I can't explain why I don't read comments. Maybe because I worked at Time for so long and they don't have them, so I keep forgetting that they're there.

I want to be heavily tied to a city that I write for every week, that knows my stuff and I can interact with.

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

You're not going to change anyone's mind. Especially online.

If you're at my level and you go to a bookstore, even a good turnout is not that many people. Sometimes it is. But for the most part, it's not a huge turnout.

It's hard to discipline yourself not to explain yourself or apologize.