I was raised Unitarian, and my mother said she took us to church so that we wouldn't get religious later in life.

An elephant funeral makes me weep every time, and so does an ad with a kid leaving home for college.

Human love and desire is my bag.

I'm not despairing of love at all.

Definitely for writing, what inspires me is poetry, which I have next to me all the time because I think they're doing what I'm doing, but much harder, more condensed. It's the same job, but they're more talented. All of them. So I just steal openly from them.