I've never had Internet access. Actually, I have looked at things on other people's computers as a bystander. A few times in my life I've opened email accounts, twice actually, but it's something I don't want in my life right now.

Isolation offered its own form of companionship

Somehow, bad news, however ridden with static, however filled with echoes, always manages to be conveyed.

I would not send a first story anywhere. I would give myself time to write a number of stories.

She had listened to him, partly sympathetic, partly horrified. For it was one thing for her to reject her background, to be critical of her family's heritage, another to hear it from him.

My parents had an arranged marriage, as did so many other people when I was growing up. My father came and had a life in the United States one way and my mother had a different one, and I was very aware of those things. I continue to wonder about it, and I will continue to write about it.

A writer has to true to him or herself. Period. That’s it!