There are certain prehistoric things that swim beyond extinction.

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

It remains unbelievable to me that I have any readers beyond my own blood relations - it's a crazy, wild gift.

I have a B.A. in Spanish, so briefly I thought that somebody might pay me to speak Spanish badly in another country, like Norway.

I hope that in my thirties I grow as a writer, push into new territory.

I'm probably a lot closer than perhaps the contents of my early fiction suggest to a jaded Denny's waitress with smoker's-lung-black humor than a ghost hunter.

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