From a very young age, I was the kind of kid you can just put anywhere and I'd still find stuff to be stoked about.

It's an important moment as a reader, I think, when you can forget the question of whether you need to know what happened. Some people really want hard explanations. I'm the other way. I like mysteries. I don't want to frustrate people. I don't want people to feel like they got no answers, but I want to approach the mystery and sit with it.

There's no such thing as mental illness. We're all mentally ill and we're all haunted by something, and some people manage to find a way to ride it out so that they don't wind up needing extra help. So I think that "mental illness," as a term, is garbage. Everybody is in various states of needing to transcend something.

I crave music that'll sort of hurtle me into space and release me up there.

I don't understand being idle; I don't have an idle setting. I probably should develop one.

I know it's a cliché to say I write for myself, but I write for myself.

I still get really excited looking at stuff that I've seen every day for 20 years.