Come on, is your heart a sponge or a fist?

In my earliest memory, my grandfather is bald as a stone and he takes me to see the tigers.

What inspires me most to write is the act of traveling.

Kelly Link's prose is conveyed in details so startling and fine that you work up a sweat just waiting for the next sentence to land. This is why we read, crave, need, can't live without short stories.

In terms of people that I know, my grandmother and my mother are huge influences on my writing life because they are both massively supportive and always have been of my career.

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.

Wash the bones, bring the body, leave the heart behind.