I was just about to begin writing Mirror Mirror, within about a week of it, when September 11, 2001 happened. I found myself incapable of caring about fiction-making for a number of months.

Doubt was much more energy efficient than conviction.

I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.

So she listened hard. And she began to evolve, because stories work their magic that way. They build conviction and erode conviction in equal measure.

As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

The sweet accident of coincidence is the best foundation on which to build.

No one is exempt from grief.