I think so much about how we read, about the nature of solitude, and of community, is changing in ways that none of us yet understand.

Let me tell you something about hypochondria: It's a pernicious, undermining little demon. It won't kill you, but it will sap the color from your life so that in the loveliest moments, the moments of grace, you are hit with that whisper in your ear that takes it all away. I'm sick, I'm dying - I just don't know it yet.

Traces that live within us often lead us to our stories

I used to act in television commercials when I was a kid and a young adult.

You can start your day over anytime.

It's not gender-specific, but I do think it's women who tend to start having that sort of little whispering voice of "I want more here" and "I want more for my family."

I'm most connected to myself when I'm alone in a room, moving my hand across a page. That's when I feel most like me.