Our human impulse is to control everything, but fiction seems to me to be about allowing an element of mystery into the text.

I think attempting to make art is a utopian process in itself, definitely. Nothing I do is ever equal to the ideas in my head. You do the best you can, you do it with patience and love, and then you give up. The moment you give up is when you know the book is done.

Song: Heloise and Abelard by Elizabeth Devlin. Beyond the a propros subject matter, this lady can really play the Autoharp. This song sounds like something you'd find on a gramophone record.

If you look at communal experiments in general for any amount of time, you'll find a lot of horrors: raped children, sexual slavery, eugenics experiments, on and on.

In the end, fiction is the craft of telling truth through lies.

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

I'm always hungry for people.