You'd never killed anyone. Then you had.

After a while, you start to realize that you should write a book you would want to read. I try to write a book I would enjoy.

Writing is never, ever easy but I wake up every morning grateful for the gift of being able to do this.

You'd never killed anyone. Then you had.

There are kinds of action, for good or ill, that lie so far outside the boundaries of normal behavior that they force us, in acknowledging that they have occurred, to restructure our own understanding of reality. We have to make room for them.

We are all shaped by where we grow up, though that shaping takes different forms. I dont think theres any doubt that coming of age in Winnipeg both opened my eyes and made me hungry - if I can subvert all claims to be a real writer by mixing metaphors like that.

She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.