I'm really suspicious of anybody who comes in and says, this is your identity now, or this is your belief system, and now that you have this, everything's going to be great.

Even drunk, I knew any escape plan that involved going to Detroit, Michigan, was a harbinger of doom.

For some reason, people always assign high cheekbones to some ethnicity, but apparently by their regards, everybody on earth has high cheekbones. So I don't know if that matters.

My strong suit is that I've been willing to risk on the page to get somewhere interesting.

Everybody just gets on my nerves after like, 10 minutes, you know.

Long-haul trucking. Just roaming the country, alone, with audiobooks and podcasts, sleeping in the back of the cab, showering at gas stations at 4 a.m., minimal human contact. That's living the dream.

People aren't social. They're tribal. Race doesn't exist, but tribes are real.