The head has its confines. The headโs got those all right, and the heart. The heart has its reasons.
Art makes nothing happen in a way that makes something happen.
The proper word for me," Robin Goodman says, "is me.
There are things that can't be said, because it's hard to have to know them.
All we are is eyes looking for the unbroken or the edges where the broken bits might fit each other.
Short stories consume you faster. They're connected to brevity. With the short story, you are up against mortality. I know how tough they are as a form, but they're also a total joy.