I feel more influenced in my own work by dreams than I do by other writers' works in a way. Or by popular culture, movies - what else is there to write about than love and loss?

Books may well be the only true magic.

You can't dispute the ridiculous. You can't argue reasonably with evil.

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

Weapons are kept from women, but such a naming suggests that perhaps men fear our talents in war as well as our desire for peace.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.

I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.