The first person besides my mother who believed in me was a man whose last name I never knew. He was my boss, the manager of Swenson's Ice Cream shop.

Once upon a time, my mother lived in the posh downtown of Homs, Syria. She described my grandfather as a king in a storybook, atop a horse, wearing a didashah and pointing a long arm.

Casebook is my attempt at a love story. I had a vision of a difficult love.

Fashion is what seems beautiful now but looks ugly later; art can be ugly at first but it becomes beautiful later.

We come into the world whole, all of us, but we don't know that, don't know that life will be taking large chunks out of us, forever.

Love ruined people's lives, the way our parents said drugs could.

He was a man too busy to flush toilets.