I can't say that I love writing, but I do love the satisfaction that it gives me.

All this angst, all this stuff we all feel, is just tied to making art. It's so ancient.

I don't write to put it in a drawer, I hope that people see it.

People are very comfortable when race relations get looked at retrospectively. Slavery, the civil rights movement, etc.

I'm not searching for the truth.That's too much pressure .

Why are the mainstream buzz things rarely contemporary? It doesn't happen very often. It's hard to feel culpable or implicated or even apathetic.

I think there's nothing new going on. Except that, you're even more public than you've ever been.There's some good and some bad to that.

If New York is the City That Never Sleeps, then Los Angeles is the City That's Always Passed Out on the Couch.

It's so hard to say what you really mean. For any number of reasons: to protect yourself, or if you just can't find the words.

Don't write about trying to change the world, just write about a changed world or a world that's not changing. Let that do the work.

In The Sellout I tried to capture how we can talk and see race, how we see urbanity, and how we see our history.

Age is such a natural progression you shouldn't fight it.

Priesthood power blesses all of us. Priesthood keys direct women as well as men, and priesthood ordinances and priesthood authority pertain to women as well as men.

Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.

Of the quaking recruit, three pitched battles make a grim grenadier; and he who shrank from the muzzle of a cannon, is now ready to yield his mustache for a sponge.

When you would think, "what was the use of it," you'll remember something you can't grasp and you'll wonder what it was.

As an artist, I think it is important for us to mark places in history where we have made progress, to celebrate by expressing that reality.

If any chef ever tells you they're not inspired equally by the truck-stop barbecue as they are by the four-star Michelin restaurant they are lying.

I like the man, who faces what he must, with steps triumphant and a heart of cheer; who fights the daily battle without fear.

He who jokes in the executioners face can be destroyed, but never defeated.

You are doomed to make choices. This is life's greatest paradox.