I used to have a really sharp memory. And its loss has proven destabilizing from an identity perspective.

I used to have a really sharp memory. And its loss has proven destabilizing from an identity perspective.

Whether I'm writing about plumbers or psychics or psychic plumbers, I want to find a creative space that imprisons me usefully, so I can deviate with purpose.

Every once in a while when I get a migraine, I like to think, "Who hates me today?"

A white girl disappears from a white prep school in a white suburb. Nobody knows what happened to her. The overall whiteness of the world is threatened. This must be resolved by whatever means possible.

Maybe the body is taking responsibility where the mind is not. It's scrapbooking for us.

I tell myself it's a virtue, my failure to sleep in my own house, or at all. I tell myself that I spend more hours than most people aware that I am alive, and that over a lifetime this adds up to more living, more aliveness. I am more alive than the rest of my family. Which is my greatest night fear. Which is why I hunt. I don't ever want to be more alive than they are.