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

I would be at home reading, because I felt so disconnected from humanity.

I wish I'd legitimately talked about some painful moments in my life where I felt insufficient as a kid.

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.

When I lose my column again, I'm sure I'll get hungry again. Maybe it's having a kid, but it's probably just getting to do what I always wanted to do - I'm really not that hungry.

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 think the local food movement has been taken to idiotic extremes. And so I wrote about that and people got pissed.