We grow, we mature, some of us give birth, we age, we die.

I guess I'm drawn to stories of people whose physicality puts them on the outside of things in order to explore the ways in which an identity is formed around these prevailing attitudes.

Writing, for me, is always a dance between the critical part of my brain and the subconscious.

As we change, the way in which we are perceived in terms of our relevance, our value, our beauty, and sexual potency changes.

Because answers are inert things that stop inquiry. They make you think you have finished looking. But you are never finished. There are always discoveries that will turn everything you think you know on its head and that will make you ask all over again: Who are we?

Things, very strange things, happen in folktales and there is never much attention given to the whys and wherefores.

In fact, not knowing is a necessary condition of writing for me. I don't know how else to reach something unexpected. I have to be as in the dark as my characters.