I Was Just A Quiet Kid, Really.

I Have A Very Well Organized Closet.

I'm Happy To Report That Everybody Whose Face I've Wanted To Punch On Earth Has Already Been Punched.

When I Look Back On My Childhood, I Think Of That Short Time In Beirut. I Know That Seeing The City Collapse Around Me Forced Me To Grasp Something Many People Miss: The Fragility Of Peace.

There's No Harmony In Most People In A Way, And I'm Attracted To It, And I Think It Makes For Good Storytelling.

My Family Moved - First To Washington, D.c., And Then, In The Spring Of 1975, To Lebanon, Where My Father Worked As A Diplomat At The American Embassy. My Parents Were Enthusiastic About The Move, So My Older Brother And I Felt Like We Were Off To Some Place Kind Of Cool.