Maybe I'm just sensitive to that person who's on the outside.

I forget how beautiful and calm California is. It's not so much about the place, but also the age that I came to the place and, well, other things. New York is hard.

The Sellout is about friends and relatives who have touched me in real ways.

If all the students who slept through lectures were laid end to end, they'd all be a lot more comfortable. If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door.

We don't act the same in every situation. Things bleed into all kinds of other things, from behavior to identity.

I'm doing all these interviews with the British press, the Italian press, and others. They all want to talk about this stuff. I don't have a stance; I don't have a go-to thing to say about any of this.

It's all the same for me, how I teach, how I write, how I think.