All Art Is Exploitation.

He Looked Into The Crowd For Approval, Saw His Mother And Father. He Waved And They Waved Back. Smiles And Indian Teeth. They Were Both Drunk. Everything Familiar And Welcome. Everything Beautiful.

There Isn't A Lot Of Poverty Literature In The Young-adult World. And I Don't Know Why That Is, But I Think Certainly I Felt A Gap.

If You Teach Kids How To Tell Stories, They Have A Better Chance At Everything.

My Father Was Always Depressed. When He Was Home And Sober, He Was Mostly In His Room.

You Know, People Speak In Poetry All The Time. They Just Don't Realize It.