The desire for love is universal but that has never meant it’s worthy of respect. It’s not admirable to want love, it just is.

A lot of politics in art is just institutional critique, which, in my opinion, is not all that political.

I am not a sun person at all. I think it's a cancerous poison and I don't want it touching me.

I am occasionally enraptured by Western landscape. But I don't identify that state of mind as having to do with my own origins, having grown up in the West, although I certainly crisscrossed Nevada countless times growing up, and then as a young adult, in cars and on motorcycles.

I didn't do a masters in creative writing until I was 26, which is quite old, and then I found myself in New York and I needed money, so I started working full time as an editor.

It was not the case that one thing morphed into another, child into woman. You remained the person you were before things happened to you. The person you were when you thought a small cut string could determine the course of a year. You also became the person to whom certain things happened. Who passed into the realm where you no longer questioned the notion of being trapped in one form. You took on that form, that identity, hoped for its recognition from others, hoped someone would love it and you.

There is no real appeal for me in an image of a woman on a motorcycle.