What passes for news is just morbid speculation or cartoonish screaming, followed by diaper commercials.

Sometimes it can feel like the whole globe is spinning with irredeemable losses, capricious natural disasters and crimes so outrageously evil they dismantle any attempt to solve or explain them.

Growing up, Catholic church really was such an incubator for my imagination, because all of those mysteries felt embedded in this insanely green, tropical landscape: the ocean nearby, the giant banyan trees. It all felt part of one seamless mystery to me.

I really try to write every day. It's hard, but it's my favorite thing to do. So, it's usually not too, too hard.

When I was younger I used to lock myself in the bathroom and read in the dry tub. I was also a fan of the 'shoe closet.' Reading felt thrilling and illicit and deeply private to me, and I felt vulnerable doing it in public.

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

I moved to New York with the derangement of love. I was writing all these terrible stories, but I had never been happier.