Oh, God, I don't know what's more difficult, life or the English language.

No one I interact with - except maybe for family and strangers at the Russian baths and other weird places I may go to - is just friends or lovers with me: they also know something of my writing and this distorts their take on me.

The reason it's hard for me to tweet is I don't want to pronounce anything, and Twitter is for pronouncing.

Mostly I have to try to censor myself so as not to write things that will hurt other people, or that will go too far.

I am always the source of the worst rumors about myself.

As a child, I wanted to be an athlete, a professional tennis player or something like that.

I live for coincidences. They briefly give to me the illusion or the hope that there's a pattern to my life, and if there's a pattern, then maybe I'm moving toward some kind of destiny where it's all explained.