I Grew Up Sort Of Middle Class,

Sometimes We Just Walk Into Something That Is Not For Us At All. We Pretend It Is. We Think We Can Shrug It Off Like A Coat, But It's Not A Coat At All, It's More Like Another Skin. [...] All I Wanted Was To Make My Life Thrilling For A While: To Take The Oridinary Objects Of My Days And Make A Different Argument Out Of Them, No Obligations To My Past.

I Write About What I Know; And I Write About Things That Are New To Me, And That I Didn't Know Before.

It Struck Me That Distant Cities Are Designed Precisely So You Can Know Where You Came From.

The Repeated Lies Become History, But They Don't Necessarily Become The Truth.

Everything Was Fabulous, Even Our Breakdowns.