Those who think he had lucky breaks are not only unaware of the real story but also fall prey to that sin of the mediocre: bitchiness about others’ success

I don’t chase after anyone, If you wanna walk out of my life, then I’ll hold the fucking door open for you.

The fiction writer in me likes gaps in stories because I can jump into that gap and try to suggest something.

As a writer of colour, you have to be victim or perpetrator.

There was never a single murder in my neighbourhood; there was barely a robbery. It was so suburban, it was almost disappointing.

I'm happy to not know what I think about stuff; I'm happy to change my mind. But it's relatively recently that I've been able to apply that to feelings. I used to like to know what I felt. I didn't want those feelings to be complicated or muddled or clashing.