In '94, I started writing a novel about an enormous terrorist act that destroyed the United States. The novel takes place twenty years after this destruction, with all the stuff that we're dealing with now - a dirty war, the disappeared, the concept of terrorism. Anyway, 9/11 happened some years into the process, and I was like, OK, I don't have a novel.

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.

You can't be a human without seeing.

I can't imagine anybody who ends up being an artist who didn't pass through a time of geekiness.

Mine (story) ain't the scariest, the clearest, the most painful, or the most beautiful. It just happens to be the one that's got it's fingers around my throat.

And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.

Character is the plot in many ways