I Want A Real Encounter With Something

Whenever Someone Asks Me About Fantasy Versus Realism, I'm Like, "i Don't Know, Guys. Did We Not All Just Descend Into Some Underworld, Watch Strangers From Our Past Kaleidoscope Through Us According To Some Pattern That Is Both Illogical And Has Its Own Strange Melting Truth, And Then Wake Up And Have A Pop-tart?" Why Are We Talking About Fantasy And Reality Like They're Opposed?

Much Of The Way Books Get Classified Has To Do With Marketing Decisions. I Think It's More Useful To Think Of Literary Books And Sci-fi/fantasy Books As Existing On A Continuum. To Oppose Them, To Suggest That One Category Excludes The Other, Always Feels Bogus To Me. The Great Leonard Michaels Line Is "i Wanted Proximity To Darkness, Strangeness"? That's What I'd Say I Want From A Book, Regardless Of Where It Falls On The Fantastical Spectrum - That Suspense Connected To A Particular Human Character, Rather Than Just Some Mechanized Plot.

"i'm Not Going Anywhere," She Told Me That Night. But Until We Are Old Ladies-a Cypress Age, A Sawtooth Age-i Will Continue To Link Arms With Her, In Public, In Private, In A Panic Of Love.

The Folks I Read As A Kid Really Set Me Up. I Owe A Huge Debt To Ray Bradbury And Madeleine L'engle.

I Often Felt Myself To Be An Outsider, Which Is Great Training For All Writers.