I grew up in Cyprus and Egypt, these fantastic places I remember fondly.

I've always written about animals. I'm still trying to process why that is.

You never know what's going to happen in your life, and you never know what's going to happen in someone else's life either.

In the end, all you want is someone to long for you when it comes time to put you in the ground.

My mother always says that fear and pain are immediate, and that, when they're gone we're left with the concept, but not the true memory.

When I hit a block, regardless of what I am writing, what the subject matter is, or what's going on in the plot, I go back and I read Pablo Neruda's poetry. I don't actually speak Spanish, so I read it translation. But I always go back to Neruda. I don't know why, but it calms me, calms my brain.

A lot of writers that I know have told me that the first book you write, you write about your childhood, whether you want to or not. It calls you back.