Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together.

The book Forest Dark wants to provoke questions about what is reality and why are we so given to believe that reality is firm and unbendable. There's a whole host of questions that the book is asking about that. Why do we believe that the world is only one way and as we see it? Why are we not open to the ways in which it might be otherwise.

I like to think the world wasn't ready for me, but maybe the truth is that I wasn't ready for the world. I've always arrived too late for my life.

I take almost no notes when I write. I have one notebook - this old green leather notebook that my dad gave me a decade ago.

In life we sit at the table and refuse to eat, and in death we are eternally hungry.

To me, this is the singular privilege of reading literature: we are allowed to step into another's life.

...our eyes locked in one of those looks that sometimes happen between strangers, when both wordlessly agree that reality contains sinkholes whose depths neither can ever hope to fathom.