So many nurses had turned into emotionally disturbed handmaidens of the war, in their yellow-and-crimson uniforms with bone buttons.

Fathers die.You keep on loving them in any way you can.You can't hide him away in your heart.

When I began to write novels, I wanted to keep that element of interaction with the reader that exists in poetry, not just for the reader to be shepherded from A to B to C to D but to participate, and the less you say sometimes, the better it is. You know, it's the way when someone speaks very quietly, you move forward so you can listen more carefully.

All I ever wanted was a world without maps.

To write about someone like myself would be very limiting.

I see the poem or the novel ending with an open door.

As a writer, one is busy with archaeology.