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

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

Whatever I was writing at the time, I knew there was no market for it and never would be, because there’s never a market for true art, so my main concern was always to have a job that didn’t require me to write or think.

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

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

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.

The interesting artists I know are the ones doing political work. The most interesting people I know are the people who care about politics.