In retrospect, it seems like everything in my life led to me becoming a writer. I just didn't realise it at the time.

I sound contemptuous, but I am not. I am interested--intrigued even--by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood and spirit fade away so that only names and dates remain.

Most of my life, I've been on a film set. There isn't anything to learn, not learn, unlearn. It's just in me.

I really like people and I keep friendships. I have people from all parts of my life.

I've been living with the minor second all my life and I finally found a way to handle it.

I feel like I am either on the cusp of something great, or standing on the edge of my abyss, discovering something brand new, or uncovering somebody elses lost imagination.