One of the reasons that art is important to me is sometimes it actually feels more coherent than life. It orders the chaos.

Scars crossed her welded wrists.

and she had succeeded, on the second try, in hurling herself out of the world

We're all well-acquainted with depression, we all know what the low moods are, but the mania was not something I knew much about. I didn't know that it would make someone dress extravagantly or start to pun, and to stay up and drink.

That's the way I will write characters, put a fair amount of myself in them, and then everyone else who was like that person, I will pick and choose.

It was something every child knew how to do, maintain a direct and full connection with the world. Somehow you forgot about it as you grew up, and had to learn it again.

I'm constantly having doubts and moments of depression and then excitement and then back into the slough of despond.