No offense to Bushwick, where all my neighbors greeted me on the street and there is a growing arts community and a curious beauty to its industrial zone, but Bushwick is no Williamsburg, even if the real estate agents would have you believe it is.

For years I'd thought my color was black: deep, dark, thoughtful, mysterious. Black, you can hide behind. But now I know it is red.

For years I drove cross-country, back and forth a dozen times, sometimes on book tour, sometimes just to get lost and found.

Jami Attenberg Quotes