I've been writing forever, 20 years.

I love the idea of biracial. I actually don't use the word biracial. I tend to use mixed. Biracial to me accentuates the word race, and, you know, I don't really care for it.

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

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

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.

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

It is a great moment in every freak's life when he or she finds out that at least they are not the only one.