Early in the phase of being in a female body, there's all this desire that comes at you, a lot of it hostile, a lot of it dangerous, a lot of it ruinous.

I grew up flying over oceans and moving and sailing.

I sometimes think that we expect too much resolution in this world.

My first memory is on a ship from California back to Sydney. Water is just a natural place of home and not home.

I know that I was able to find my way out of most of my feelings by writing.

When you get immersed in whatever you're writing, the world does suddenly get so filtered through what you're writing. And then of course what you're writing then filters the world right back.

Like a lot of writers, I just got sick to death of conventional fiction. I absolutely couldn't stand the illusion of reality and plot. I just couldn't stomach it.