I am interested in challenging the mainstream ideas of what is beautiful and what is acceptable.

Is love this misguided need to have you beside me most of the time? Is love this safety I feel in our silences? Is it this belonging, this completeness?

I’m very feminist in the way I look at the world, and that worldview must somehow be part of my work.

She wanted to ask him why they were all strangers who shared the same last name.

I was stained by failure.

I am a strong believer in the ability of human beings to change for the better. I am a strong believer in trying to change what we are dissatisfied with.

I didn't want to be apologetic about my love story, and I think to be willing to write about love you have to be willing to sound foolish. I wanted to write about foolish and goofy love and different relationships. I wanted to write about interracial relationships in a way that does not pretend as if race does not exist.