When I'm drafting, I suppose it's an intuitive process - figuring out when something just has a surreal glaze on it and when it grapples with something that could threaten a character's day-to-day reality.

It was sad and fierce all at once, alive with a lonely purity.

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

When you're a kid, it's hard to tell the innocuous secrets from the ones that will kill you if you keep them.

Whenever someone asks me about fantasy versus realism, I'm like, "I don't know, guys. Did we not all just descend into some underworld, watch strangers from our past kaleidoscope through us according to some pattern that is both illogical and has its own strange melting truth, and then wake up and have a Pop-Tart?" Why are we talking about fantasy and reality like they're opposed?

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

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.