Hello Frances, I have just been to health class, and I was wondering how your feminine parts were developing.

Now I'm in nonfiction. To me any given story has its appropriate form. There might be some story I get involved with that's begging to be a graphic novel, so that will have to be that way. There's always that matching of the content and the form, and that means everything to me. I spend years thinking about what that match is going to be before I can really make it work.

When you're in your twenties in a new city where no one's from here, we're all sort of orphans. The only people that you can count on our bunch of people that you work with and that you know. You're only as good as the reliability of that latticework.

The only thing that everyone needs to look out for is keeping the students reading through high school and thereafter.

Maybe he was more than the sum of his broken parts.

But that in any city, in any cluster of people, there a few people who are awake at this hour, who are both awake and dancing, and it’s here that we need to be.

Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the tree calligraphic.