I've written six novels and four pieces of nonfiction, so I don't really have a genre these days.

You have to make mistakes to find out who you aren't. You take the action, and the insight follows: You don't think your way into becoming yourself.

Mattie sat at the table, obsessing, orbiting around herself. She was sick of her worried, hostile mind. It would have killed her long before, she felt, if it hadn't needed the transportation.

Your unconscious can't work when you are breathing down its neck.

She felt as if the mosaic she had been assembling out of life's little shards got dumped to the ground, and there was no way to put it back together.

Living on Earth has always been a dangerous way to spend your time.

Rituals are a good signal to your unconscious that it is time to kick in.