I Like Playing With A Popular Cliché

A White Girl Disappears From A White Prep School In A White Suburb. Nobody Knows What Happened To Her. The Overall Whiteness Of The World Is Threatened. This Must Be Resolved By Whatever Means Possible.

I Think The One Reason That Writers Marry Other Writers - One Of The Reasons That I Married Another Writer - Was, I Fell In Love With That Writer. But Second Of All, I Had Been Married Before And A Source Of Marital Strife Was Me Needing To Go Away For A Couple Of Weeks To Write Or It's Saturday And I Think I Just Need To Work Today And Not Hang Out With You.

Maybe The Body Is Taking Responsibility Where The Mind Is Not. It's Scrapbooking For Us.

I Want The Plot To Be As Complicated As Possible. Usually I'll Write All The Way Through To An End, And Then I Go Back And Try To Fix The Ending So That It Makes Sense. I Don't Think Out The Plot Ahead Of Time.

I Tell Myself It's A Virtue, My Failure To Sleep In My Own House, Or At All. I Tell Myself That I Spend More Hours Than Most People Aware That I Am Alive, And That Over A Lifetime This Adds Up To More Living, More Aliveness. I Am More Alive Than The Rest Of My Family. Which Is My Greatest Night Fear. Which Is Why I Hunt. I Don't Ever Want To Be More Alive Than They Are.