As a son of a man who pretended to be one thing for 33 years of my life and then was another thing, the questions of 'what is real' and 'what is not real' are very blurrily vivid to me.

Over and over again, I'm trying to express or communicate these big and small struggles to the world, and really to myself.

The littlest thing can have the strongest connection when you're grieving. Your Proustian, poetic nerve is turned up to ten.

I'm into people's emotional lives and relationships and the complications of living. That's my turf.

There is a drunkenness to grief, which is good.

As a son of a man who pretended to be one thing for 33 years of my life and then was another thing, the questions of 'what is real' and 'what is not real' are very blurrily vivid to me.

We never did things as we were supposed to do. That was part of our ethic. We did what felt right to us, not what someone told us we should do.