You had to pick up a landline to make sure your best friend wore a matching outfit to school. I do remember people talking more. Nostalgia is dangerous, though.

When I write new worlds, I work in layers, building and throwing out, and building anew.

It's wonderful that nothing you write is ever going to be as beautiful as what's in your head, because that gap is where the art can enter and begin to stretch its limbs.

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

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

Reading about utopianism, and eventually creating characters with their own utopian ambitions, was the way I learned to live with being a pregnant person, to stave off the sense of incipient disaster. You're bringing a person into this overcrowded world, knowing they're one day going to die and there's nothing you can do about it.

I'm kind of a control freak. But there are others like me.