I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.

I don't think ignorance is a way that you gain distance on something.

I find talking about my work harder than it might be if honesty wasn't my calling card.

I have always felt extremely weird. But I am very happy with my weirdnesses, and I want other people to be very happy with theirs.

I have never been shy about listening to the input of others and weighing it seriously.

I think understanding is the way to gain perspective - and therefore can live among those hideous realities. You can live with them.

I think you only learn what kind of personality you have by committing to things.

I wake up very early in the morning. I like to start in the dark, and I never work at night, because my brain is evaporated by 4 P.M.

I wanted to be a novelist for so long.

I wanted to be the moron of the family, because morons seemed to have more fun, more freedom and more personality.

I went to church irregularly and was mostly reading comics in the pew.

I'd like to go back to poetry again. I really, really revere good poetry. It's been my private discipline.

I'm gradually working through my obsessions, and maybe, when they're all free and clear, I'll write a comedy. But I'm not there yet.

In my 20s, I railed against anything 'spiritual'; I thought it was all crap.

It wasn't my dream to grow up, get raped and write a book about it. I always dreamed of being a novelist.

We all work hard to understand the dynamic relationship we have with a parent.

Depending on where I am in the process, sometimes I have a page count and sometimes I don't. Sometimes I have an hour count; sometimes I'm just happy to string a few words together. I do keep pretty rigorous hours, because otherwise you never get anything done.

For me, heaven would be a lack of alienation. The whole time I was growing up, I felt comfort was inherently evil. I think that, for me, heaven isn't about couches and milk shakes and never having a troubling thought again.

I always had that sense of being censored for the things that I thought. Why is it wrong to embroider your pants, or paint with acrylics on your clothing? Why is that weird? Isn't it weirder to want to be like everyone else?

I think it's an interesting thing to me, because we have this desire for everything to be explained to us. But if you go through your daily actions, very little ends up having a written-down explanation for why things happen, or why people do specific things.