Momentum, in literary mosaic, derives not from narrative but from the subtle, progressive buildup of thematic resonances.

Nonfiction, qua label, is nothing more or less than a very flexible (easily breakable) frame that allows you to pull the thing away from narrative and toward contemplation, which is all I've ever wanted.

I take literature as a really serious human activity. It's not just a playful thing. It can be hilarious and wonderful and performative, but I think it's really serious.

Thomas Jefferson went through the New Testament and removed all the miracles, leaving only the teachings. Take a source, extract what appeals to you, discard the rest. Such an act of editorship is bound to reflect something of the individual doing the editing: a plaster cast of an aesthetic-not the actual thing, but the imprint of it.

With relatively few exceptions, the novel sacrifices too much, for me, on the altar of plot.

Anything processed by memory is fiction.

I'm wonderfully self-lacerating, probably to my character's detriment. I'm terribly open to critique.