I do think there's something when you have an unbroken day, and it feels like you and your attention can just be together like birds again and you can actually think and dream a little.

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

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

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

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.

It's funny, for a long time I would go watermelon-red and deny that I was a magical realist. It felt imprecise to me, a misrepresentation.

I think that's the real horror story for me, how little you can ever really know about your own motivations. How in the dark we all are about the concerns and the contents of our minds.