You were one person alive and your brain was encased in a skull. There were other people out there. It took effort to be connected.

I think everyone is "racist," to differing degrees, in that everyone's brain will automatically associate information with other information, based on the information they are looking at, but I think focusing on race in any manner that isn't neutral or self-aware probably increases racism.

The distracting feeling of disbelief when you're finally doing something you've procrastinated on for notable amounts of time.

I'm a shy, nervous person, and I don't like teaching with "terms." I didn't teach them, like, "This is first person, this is second person, this is foreshadowing," or whatever, so no one probably felt like they were learning anything. But I feel like teaching in that way reduces the concept to a term.

I wouldn't think of my characters' moralities at all. And I think I identify fully with every main character I've written about and would say that I am them pretty much. So in terms of that I don't think I'm similar to Bret Easton Ellis .

But there was nothing I could do with the emotion really. It just went away after a while.

I can feel the universe expanding and making things be further apart.