Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth.

I prefer the 1950s where people were like, "I'm a white supremacist, and that's who I am." Now people want to burn a cross on your lawn and call themselves not racists.

We're accepted as long as we conform to what we are expected to be, and I'm sure that's not any different for anyone else.

If you didn't grow up like I did then you don't know, and if you don't know it's probably better you don't judge.

In my view, a writer is a writer because even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway.

Clavo saca clavo. Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.

I'm part of the people who are more neutral. I'm just waiting for the dust to settle so that we can turn our guns against the Republicans.