I adore imaginary monsters, but I am terrified of real ones.

I schooled in the Boston area.

Echo is very important to me. I love the repetition of motifs, or the slight alteration of what's been said before. This is part of how one creates a mood, a psychological caul, in fact, around the reader.

The site was a palimpsest, as was all the city, written, erased, rewritten.

Note-taking is important to me: a week's worth of reading notes (or "thoughts I had in the shower" notes) is cumulatively more interesting than anything I might be able to come up with on a single given day.

There is an expectation that we can talk about sins but no one must be identified as a sinner.

I suddenly feel a vague pity for all those writers who have to ply their trade from sleepy American suburbs, writing divorce scenes symbolized by the very slow washing of dishes.