I'm a private person, a shy person. Sometimes, reading for eleven hours straight feels to me like the perfect way to spend a day.

Fiction is always a utopian task, in that there's an ideal you hold in your head as you write which inevitably fails in the moment of creation, in the insufficiency of words to convey meaning, or in the way the work is completed in the reader's head.

Amor animi arbitrio sumitu, non ponitur; we choose to love; we do not choose to cease loving.

We need the skeletons of other stories to understand our own, sometimes.

I see history as really cyclical in terms of the intense idealism, and the desire to create a better life outside of societal norms.

As a person, I do ascribe to a lot of magical thinking myself.

I won't walk under scaffolding or under ladders. I wear things like a baseball player wears things that are supposed to have luck. I am superstitious about everything.