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

I grew up in northern New Jersey - the banlieue of New York - and I now live in Brooklyn. I am separated from my parents by about 50 miles, but really there is almost no distance between us. I speak to them nearly every day.

I don't really know the person who wrote the things I wrote. I kind of know him, but I change so much all the time that it's like I start fresh over and over and over and over. Writing-wise and life-wise.

For me, the past is dead. Can't go back.

I am part of a vast generation of people who perpetually live as if they just graduated from college.

A lot of writing is a form of seeing - putting down what you see in terms of action and landscape.

A lot of readers have actually helped me, been really sweet to me... So maybe my cry for help has sometimes been answered.