What writing ROOM taught me was that I know exactly how to be the perfect mother, but I'm not willing to do it for more than ten minutes at a time.

The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.

Stories are a different kind of true.

I really like to keep my palette small but to be very intense, very myopic.

When people write to me with stories, they are never ones that work for me. There's something mysterious about which ones catch you.

It's painful to consider anything but writing.

I'm really not one of these procrastinators who cleans the house in order to put off writing, but life gets in the way.