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

You remind me of everything that followed.

She has the gift of accepting her life.

In New York I was always so scared of saying that I wrote fiction. It just seemed like, 'Who am I to dare to do that thing here? The epicenter of publishing and writers?' I found all that very intimidating and avoided writing as a response.

She is stunned that in this town there are no sidewalks to speak of, no streetlights, no public transportation, no stores for miles at at a time.

I approach writing stories as a recorder. I think of my role as some kind of reporting device - recording and projecting.

That's what books are for... to travel without moving an inch.