Every movie is a road movie. Every novel is a mystery. Every tortilla chip is sacred.

White Americans have a short memory.

I don’t want long hair, I don’t want short hair, I don’t want hair at all, and I don’t want to be a girl or a boy. I want to be a yellow and orange leaf some little kid picks up and pastes in his scrapbook.

I wanted to do a weird book and reestablish my independent, small-press roots.

Do you know why the Indian rain dances always worked? Because the Indians would keep dancing until it rained.

In the middle of a crazy and drunk life, you have to hang onto the good and sober moments tightly.

I got hundreds of emails insulting me, accusing me of being some caveman. I am by no means a Luddite. I have two iPods. I have a cell phone. I have cable TV, HDTV!