Not that I’m comparing myself to him, so please don’t think that I’m some crazy maniac — but I wouldn’t ask J.D. Salinger if there really was a Glass family. It’s like, when I read Nine Stories by Salinger, I just like … first of all, I cry when I read it because it’s just so beautiful. But also, I don’t even want to know what’s real, what’s not, what’s his imagination, what’s drawn from some sort of personal experience. To me, that’s actually the destruction of art, you know? The origin. You don’t want to know the origin of everything. That’s for scientists.