It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams.

My favorite classes were always dumb nerdy vocabulary.

I want a real encounter with something true and disconcerting about peoples' natures.

You don't want people to think you're just writing stories for children about a pig in a tutu.

My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather. One such melting occurs in summer rain, at midnight, during the vine-green breathing time right before sleep. You have to ask the right question, throw the right rope bridge, to get there-and then bolt across the chasm between you, before your bridge collapses.

No, I don’t have to tell a soul about this, I promised myself. When you are a kid, you don’t know yet that a secret, like an animal, can evolve. Like an animal, a secret can develop a self-preserving intelligence. Shaglike, mute and thick, a knowledge with a fur: your secret.

Myth continues to be a valuable way to understand parts of our nature that we can't quantify.