The old people must start talking and the young people must start listening.
I'm into people's emotional lives and relationships and the complications of living. That's my turf.
Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.
We never did things as we were supposed to do. That was part of our ethic. We did what felt right to us, not what someone told us we should do.
I would hate to think I'm promoting sadness as an aesthetic. But I grew up in not just a family but a town and a culture where sadness is something you're taught to feel shame about. You end up chronically desiring what can be a very sentimental idea of love and connection. A lot of my work has been about trying to make a space for sadness.
My dad's gay experiences really had a very positive influence on me and my straight relationships - how to better accept all the weirdness and ambiguity and ups and downs and paradoxes. I knew from the beginning I was writing about love.
The littlest thing can have the strongest connection when you're grieving. Your Proustian, poetic nerve is turned up to ten.
Racism springs from ignorance.
In our society, it is psychological murder to deprive a man of a job. . . you are in substance saying to that man "You have no right to exist.
To anticipate the market is to gamble. To be patient and react only when the market gives the signal is to speculate.
You have all the influence you choose to have.