Maybe happiness is like a virus. Maybe it's one of those bugs that sits for a long time, so we don't even know that we are infected.

The web: yet another total disorientation that becomes status quo without anyone realizing it.

I like to travel and connect.

We will live with racism for ever. But senses of self, senses of belonging, senses of us and of others? Those are up for grabs.

I used to work for 12 or 14 hours at a time but the digital age has made such happy immersions almost impossible.

I don't mind arguing with myself. It's when I lose that it bothers me.

This idea that a book can either be about character and feeling, or about politics and idea, is just a false binary. Ideas are an expression of the feelings and the intense emotions we hold about the world.