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.

In a family, what isn't spoken is what you listen for. But the noise of a family is to drown it out.

Was it confusing because it was artistic, or artistic because it was confusing?

There is a terrible weight in all kinds of beauty

Much in our lives is chance.

Most people who are writers go through periods when they can't write.

Tragedy is the highest form of art.