The fact that I seem to prefer seals over any other animal brides is something I hadn't actually realized until this moment. Perhaps it's because there's a lot of very cool folklore about it.

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.

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

I can't rhyme for little green apples. What I can do is scan and make patterns.

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

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

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