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

If you're short on time, that would be the two-word version of our story: we fell.

In a way, I think we all want to look to that journalistic voice as a kind of global omniscience, a big eye to correct for our own limited purview: "Here's a realistic accounting of the world in which we live."

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.

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.

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

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