I Have A Great Memory. And Actually,

Michigan, With Its Delicious American Name. How Lucky One Must Be To Live There.

Every Returning New Yorker Asks The Question: Is This Still My City? I Have A Ready Answer, Cloaked In Obstinate Despair: It Is. And If It's Not, I Will Love It All The More. I Will Love It To The Point Where It Becomes Mine Again.

Before My First Novel, I Was Dating A Woman Who Later Went To Prison For Bashing A Guy With A Hammer.

My First Book Really Did Change My Life. It Allowed Me To Fully Express Myself. There Was A Sense That I Was Worth Something As An Artist.

In America, The Distance Between Wanting Something And Having It Delivered To Your Living Room Is Not Terribly Great.