A sheltered life can be a daring life as well. For all serious daring starts from within.

When I was a child and the snow fell, my mother always rushed to the kitchen and made snow ice cream and divinity fudge-egg whites, sugar and pecans, mostly. It was a lark then and I always associate divinity fudge with snowstorms.

Location pertains to feelings - feelings are bound up in place.

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.

Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them.

The fictional eye sees in, through, and around what is really there.

Each story tells me how to write it, but not the one afterwards.