Heaven, Kiwi thought, would be the reading room of a great library. But it would be private. Cozy. You wouldn't have to worry about some squeaky-shoed librarian turning the lights off on you or gauging your literacy by reading the names on your book spines, and there wouldn't be a single other patron. The whole place would hum with a library's peace, filtering softly over you like white bars of light.
Karen RussellYou don't want people to think you're just writing stories for children about a pig in a tutu.
Karen RussellI 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.
Karen Russell