...which causes me to wonder, my own purpose on so many days as humble as the spider's, what is beautiful that I make? What is elegant? What feeds the world?

I am part of what she thinks is her illness, a symptom of which she thinks she has been cured. She, on the other hand, is what I was looking for.

Our tribe unraveled like a coarse rope, frayed at either end as the old and new among us were taken.

Being a girl didn't really affect me until I entered junior high and had to wear skirts, curl my hair, and even get used to panty hose. However, my hatred of panty hose helped make me a writer who only wears comfortable clothes. I've successfully avoided panty hose for most of my life.

I spend most of my time writing.

To think about love and passion and political correctness all together, it doesn't work. Art has to go way past the political to be effective.

You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.