I think the mythology of death really ran away with me when I was very young.

In the mess of moving from place to place, I skipped two grades in the space of one year.

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

When you're in a place, the details you focus on are different than details you focus on when you're writing about it.

At the end of the day, it's about the reader's attachment to and belief in the magical elements that make or break magical realism.

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.

I think the mythology of death really ran away with me when I was very young.