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

If you're gonna do something weird, just have one thing be weird.

My backyard was replete with madness, it just grew indigenously in South Florida.

Hopes were wallflowers. Hopes hugged the perimeter of a dance floor in your brain, tugging at their party lace, all perfume and hems and doomed expectation. They fanned their dance cards, these guests that pressed against the walls of your heart.

For me, the term "literary fiction" means there's always attention paid to language, and linguistic experimentation, sophistication.

Self-disciplin e is necessary, but so is playfulness, flexibility, joy. When you stop demanding perfection of yourself, your writing desk will become a spacious place.

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