I feel like so much of what I'm doing is making a road where there is no road and inviting people on that road with me. It's scary. It's scary, but I can't listen to the voices that are saying form is the only way, or that there is only this kind of form or that kind of form.

If I loved someone enough, I would go anywhere in the world with them." —Staggerlee

We live inside our parents' backstory.

Lately, I'd been feeling like I was standing outside watching everything and everybody. Wishing I could take the part of me that was over there and the part of me that was over here and push them together—make myself into one whole person like everybody else.

There is something so deeply visceral about libraries for me-rooms and rooms full of people dreaming and remembering.

I have met women who don't have close women friends, and I've always been like, "How could that possibly be?"

For me as a writer, it was understanding that we're so far behind in our way of dealing with death. We put someone in the ground, we bury them or we burn them, and then we're supposed to just move on and kind of get over it.