She Had Died At Age Twelve, And

The Thing Is, I Used To Like That: Feeling Special Because I Knew Something No One Else Did. It's A Kind Of Power, Isn't It, Knowing A Secret? But Lately I Don't Like It So Much, Knowing This. It's Not Really Mine To Know, Is It?

You Can't Stop Time. You Can't Capture Light. You Can Only Turn Your Face Up And Let It Rain Down.

Each Letter Has A Shape, She Told Them, One Shape In The World And No Other, And It Is Your Responsibility To Make It Perfect.

Writing Is Always A Process Of Discovery—i Never Know The End, Or Even The Events On The Next Page, Until They Happen. There’s A Constant Interplay Between The Imagining And Shaping Of The Story.

After Memory Keepers Daughter, It Took Me A Few Months To Shut Out The World. I Really Had To Turn Off The Internet And Sort Of Cloister Myself Away From The World Again And Sink Into That Psychic Space To Write Again.