We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire.

Is there a God? There is, but we don't know where. Or who. And, indeed, why.

I see people putting text messages on the phone or computer and I think, 'Why don't you just call?'

I'm not going to have a tombstone. I'm going to be tossed in the air. Ashes, tossed like a salad.

My mother was an exuberant, silly lady.

I'm so not ready to die. It petrifies me. I go alone. I go to a place I don't know. It might be painful. It might be the end. My thought is that it is the end. I become nameless, and I spent a lifetime being known.

I love to evoke the bones and meat and thoughts of characters.