Now all the mute objects of my life seem to tell my story, to stretch back in time, if I look closely enough.

I always work in a room where there's no Internet to keep from being distracted so easily.

We knew that Cecilia had killed herself because she was a misfit, because the beyond called to her, and we knew that her sisters, once abandoned, felt her calling from that place, too.

Pregnancy humbles husbands. After an initial rush of male pride they quickly recognise the minor role that nature had assigned them in the drama of reproduction.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant

I spend most of every day writing. I like to write every day if I can. I don't start extremely early.