Stories Are A Different Kind Of True.

Books Are The Air I Breathe, So I Don't Notice The Seasons.

I've Been In A Long And Happy Relationship For 22 Years And It's Never Inspired Me To Write Anything. It's Too Good - Nothing To Say. Problems, Conflict, That's What Makes For Good Stories.

Identity Politics Are Wearisome; You Don't Want To Go On Speaking For Any One Group As A Writer.

Ma's Still Nodding. "you're The One Who Matters, Though. Just You." I Shake My Head Till It's Wobbling Because There's No Just Me.

The Sound Of The Pages Turning Was The Sound Of Magic. The Dry Liquid Feel Of Paper Under Fingertips Was What Magic Felt Like.