I really like writing in English, and it's the best job I've ever had.

There are terrible things that never get easier, and there are things even more terrible that get easier with time and repetition.

Human beings are just way more complex than they'd like to be. They like to be simple machines. And they'll set up fantasy scenarios where they're simple machines, and get hurt and do things they regret.

I'd say it's never a challenge to present white and heteronormative privilege. The hard thing is to write any other way.

My social status in the last year has gone from zero to hero.

In the rural South, the only interesting people were the sexual deviants. Everybody else was able to be part of the mainstream, and could find a way somehow.

I wanted to hear my own whispers in the next room and know that I was thinking of me.