There's No Shortage Of Material In Life.

I Promote My Own Self-hatred.

To Write About A Place, You Have To Live There.

I Don't Really Recognise Success. I Don't See Myself As On An Upwardly Mobile Trajectory. I See Myself As On The Edge Of A Cliff About To Fall Off.

It's Hard To Leave New York: This Is Where My Friends Are, My Parents Are. It Is So Vital. The Whole World Seems To Look To New York.

I Don't Like To Publicly Acknowledge Being A Jew.