Not to be alone. To be spared the possibility of knowing oneself, in aloneness.

There is something thrilling in the mimesis of life's surprising unfolding.

After my parents passed away - in 2000 and 2003 - I felt I could take the time to think about the past and imagine what it would have been like to be my grandmother.

I feel a terrible loss when I (eventually must) complete a work of fiction.

I learned long ago that being Lewis Carroll was infinitely more exciting than being Alice.

My belief is that art should not be comforting; for comfort, we have mass entertainment and one another. Art should provoke, disturb, arouse our emotions, expand our sympathies in directions we may not anticipate and may not even wish.

Not what the mind sees, but what the mind imagines the eye must see.