I Like Creating Villains.

She Remembered No One At All. She Remembered One Day Thinking: I Am Alone. There Is No I But I. She Lived In The Dark. She Taught Herself To Walk In The Light, Though It Was Not Easy.

It's Different Being Afraid When There's The Hope It Will Amount To Something.

I Have Any Number Of Completely Dark Obsessions And Fascinations, And None Of This Was Present In My Profile Or My Growing Profile As A Writer.

I'm An Ecumenical Reader, Grew Up With All Sorts Of Fiction, Teach Writing, Went To The Iowa Writers' Workshop, So My Tastes And Interests Are Broad.

A Baby Was A Fact. It Was A Being With A Mind And A Nature, And You Could Feel About It Any Way You Liked, But A Baby Wouldn't Care. Just By Existing, It Demanded That You Believe In A Future: The Future It Would Crawl In, Walk In, Live In. A Baby Was A Piece Of Time; It Was A Promise You Made That The World Made Back To You.