It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.

Do what you want, do what you will, do what you have to, do what you think you cannot.

I read Betty Smith's "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn," all of Shirley Jackson's books, which I loved.

Let everyone see the blood,' he said. 'Don't clean it up. That's the only way people remember.'... I could see the blood inside my head. It was with me forever, whether or not I wanted to forget.

I just finished Colson Whitehead's "The Underground Railroad," which I think is a work of genius.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.