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.

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.

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

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

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

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

I look white to a lot of people. And I'm not. I'm African-American. I'm mixed. I like to call myself Mulatto because that definition fits. So, you know, I've dealt with the conflict my whole life between how I look and my actual ethnic and racial identity.