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

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.

If you're gonna do something weird, just have one thing be weird.

Regret is a pilgrimage back to the place where I was free to choose.

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 mom says I'm destined to be the sort of man who uses big words but pronounces them incorrectly.

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.