Not all animal brides are doomed. Not all men are greedy or violent or possessive.

I love the idea of species fluidity, I guess, the sense of the maiden inherent in the swan or seal, the youth inherent in the bear or deer. After all, human beings are animals.

Poetry, for me, conveys the essence of narrative rather than its particulars.

I've always loved stories of animals and birds that can appear to be human, just by taking off their skins or their feathers.

Many fairy tales and ballads present us with animals who are nobler, truer, and kinder than the greedy human beings who desire to possess them. I guess I tend to read these stories as very early (and possibly unconscious) feminist texts.

Not all animal brides are doomed. Not all men are greedy or violent or possessive.

What was the good of dreaming of adventure if you turned your back on the first one that came your way?