Part of you is always traveling faster, always traveling ahead. Even when you are moving, it is never fast enough to satisfy that part of you.

You have to salvage what you can, even if you're the one who buried it in the first place.

Whether or not this story has a happy ending depends, of course, on who is reading it. Whether you are a wolf or a girl.

Topiary has always seemed like a good occupation, comparable in some ways to writing short fiction.

I've gotten a little superstitious about listening to music when I write. Once a story is going somewhere, I keep listening to the same music whenever I work on that story. It seems to help me keep in voice, and alternatively, if I need to make some kind of dramatic shift, I'll go and put on something different to shake myself awake...

Sometimes it is safer to read maps with your feet.

Life is a series of sudden disappearances, leave-takings without the proper goodbyes.