You were her way here, and it's a dangerous thing to be a door.

Mostly you are what they think you are.

Without dreams, there could be no despair.

Recounting the strange is like telling one's dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream, but not the emotional content, the way that a dream can colour one's entire day.

I'm a fairly undisciplined writer.

Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and other dreams

One describes a tale best by telling the tale. You see? The way one describes a story, to oneself or to the world, is by telling the story. It is a balancing act and it is a dream. The more accurate the map, the more it resembles the territory. The most accurate map possible would be the territory, and thus would be perfectly accurate and perfectly useless. The tale is the map that is the territory. You must remember this.