I don't really do anything that isn't about writing, and I don't really know who I am if I'm not thinking about writing.

I come from the small island of Antigua and I always wanted to write; I just didn't know that it was possible.

I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I'm alone in the world and I'm just sort of abandoned.

In my writing I'm trying to explore the violations people commit upon each other.

I come from a little island with the Caribbean Sea on one side and the Atlantic Ocean on the other. I come from, really, nowhere, and for me, the fiction and the nonfiction, creative or otherwise, all come from the same place.

All of these declarations of what writing ought to be, which I had myself-though, thank God I had never committed them to paper-I think are nonsense. You write what you write, and then either it holds up or it doesn't hold up. There are no rules or particular sensibilities. I don't believe in that at all anymore.

in the place I am from ... a grave is topped off with a huge mound of loose earth - carelessly, as if piled up in child's play, not serious at all - because death is just another way of being, and the dead will not stay put, and sometimes the actions of the dead are more significant, more profound, than their actions in life, and no structure of concrete or stone can contain them.