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

Without craft, art remains private. Without art, craft is merely hackwork.

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

The historical Woodrow Wilson suffered from numerous complaints which we might today label as psychosomatic. Yet, Wilson did have a stroke as a relatively young man of 39 and seemed always to be ill. He was 'high-strung' - intensely neurotic - yet a charismatic personality nonetheless.

My grandmother could never have written a memoir, so 'The Gravedigger's Daughter' is a homage to her life, and to the lives of other young women of her generation, which are so rarely articulated.

Writing is a consequence of having been 'haunted' by material. Why this is, no one knows.

Her wish to die was as pervasive as a dial tone: you lift the receiver, it's always there.