To me, writing an ongoing series feels like driving a freight train downhill. All you can do is steer and pray.

To me, a staircase looks like a series of dark and light horizontal stripes, which is exactly how you'd draw a staircase. So I know how the image is going to look on the page.

It seems like whenever you write about Muslims, people assume that you're writing about the Quran, you are writing about the Prophet Muhammad. There's no sense that Muslims are capable of individualism, that they're capable of making mistakes that are somehow not connected to Islam.

Muslims are ordinary members of the working public, just like you.

For me, insomnia was something ordinary, and it came and went for ordinary reasons.

The freight train has stowaways hidden all the way through.