I use my fiction to explore my own unconscious issues. I usually don't even know what's going on with me until I'm writing.

What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me.

I use my fiction to explore my own unconscious issues. I usually don't even know what's going on with me until I'm writing.

I'm always gratified when I check something I've made up and discover that I've gotten it right. How can we imagine something that turns out to be true? How can we know things we couldn't possibly know? It makes me wonder about the existence of a collective unconscious.

The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.

Now I wish she'd never broken any of her rules. I understood why she held to them so hard. Once you broke the first one, they all broke, one by one, like firecrackers exploding in your face in a parking lot on the Fourth of July.