I remember New York in the '80s as a place with vacant lots that would eventually give over to nature. Weeds would grow up, squirrels would move in. That entropy is gone now. It's too expensive to let a vacant lot go natural.

Honestly, the most vulnerable part of my life is probably just honest expression, as cliché as that might sound.

I'm offended by the is-ought fallacy, which has been used to justify slavery, women not being allowed to vote, children working in factories.

We hope that as a species we're capable of dealing with environmental catastrophe before it actually does collectively kill most of us.

Since I was really little, I've just always had an obsession with, not just science fiction, but science and space. And also because as time passes and the more advanced science becomes, the more interesting it becomes.

If I were to be really petulant, I would say New York is the one doing the betraying. Because the New York I fell in love with doesn't really exist anymore.

When I can really open myself up to someone and show someone who I really am, it's amazing when it happens.