Stories come to us as wraiths requiring precise embodiments.

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.

When a marriage ends, who is left to understand it?

Ultimately, we measure ourselves against our own ideas of idealism and perfection, and we don't always come very close to them.

There was a Greek philosopher who taught that, of all things, not to have been born is the sweetest state. But I believe sleep is the sweetest state. You're dead, yet alive. There's no sensation so exquisite.

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

The mere passage of time makes us all exiles.