There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.

I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.

What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.

I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.

The love we most cherish will, of necessity, bring us pain. Because that love is like the setting of a body with broken bones. But I want to stage the setting. I want to direct all scenes.

A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.

I come to writing from hearing great stories as a child in Louisiana, where the mark of a person was his or her ability to be a raconteur. I also come to writing as a professional actress whose body has been trained to listen and smell and inhabit characters without judgment.