That’s the way we see life: your community is your survival. And if you live in a small community like this, even the people you hate you have as friends.

I'd rather be a born-once hog than a born-again Christian any day.

The writing process is sort of like when you've got no electricity and you've gotten up in the middle of the night to find the bathroom, feeling your way along in the dark. I can't hardly tell you what I do because I really don't know.

I feel like a lot of time my writing is like having about twenty boxes of Christmas decorations. But no tree. You're going, Where do I put this? Then they go, Okay, you can have a tree, but we'll blindfold you and you gotta cut it down with a spoon.

I feel at times that I'm making up these little people and I've lost my mind.

If I can be writing, I can take a certain amount of control when so much around me is upsetting.

That’s the way we see life: your community is your survival. And if you live in a small community like this, even the people you hate you have as friends.