Sometimes you just feel like you could work forever on something and never know when it's done.

I have what I came to find in my research is a mild form of synesthesia, though I never would have labeled it as such. It's how I think about numbers and letters. They all have inherent genders.

I find myself writing protagonists who do feel pretty cut off from others but who want to make connections and aren't very good at it.

I cut hundreds of pages from my book because I felt myself being reiterative or redundant. Sometimes I wanted to leave just hints of things.

So often we think of a wound or a loss as making a person feel more deeply, become a better person. But I don't think that always happens. I think it can constrict people's lives, especially if they don't push beyond it.

The act of language or the act of denying language carries its own heaviness.

I felt sure about wanting to look at a person's life that had been limited or damaged, but not necessarily ennobled, by loss.