"I'm not going anywhere," she told me that night. But until we are old ladies-a cypress age, a Sawtooth age-I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love.

I do think that I have a more flexible view of the interactions between people, and between human and non-human protagonists, humans and their landscapes.

So much of the way books get classified has to do with marketing decisions. I think it's more useful to think of literary books and sci-fi/fantasy books as existing on a continuum.

You small mortals don't realize the power of your stories.

When you're a kid, it's hard to tell the innocuous secrets from the ones that will kill you if you keep them.

Once you figure out what's best for the story, take out the rest.

A food truce, the picnic suspension of oedipal feeling that permits the generations to love each other at family reunions.