A woman who surrenders her freedom need not surrender her dignity.
Power, wrongly used, defeats the oppressor as well as the oppressed.
The roundness of life’s design may be a sign that there is a presence beyond ourselves.
Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.
Love stories are probably all I’ve ever been able to write or want to write.
Sometimes the closer we got to a situation, the less clear it looked.
When you deserved it, even the mail could rape you.
Religion’s just a well-oiled profit-driven denial of the randomness of it all.
As my early drawings warned me, where humans go, lions and tidal waves follow.
I like to write first-person because I like to become the character I’m writing.
My art comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable.
I think I write fiction for the opportunity to get beyond the limits of my own life.
I remember the odd sensation of living in the middle of that experience and feeling, simultaneously, like it was something happening at telescopic distance. Like something I was looking at through the wrong end of...
Life’s a shit sandwich, my ass. Life’s a polka and don’t you forget it!
But what are our stories if not the mirrors we hold up to our fears?
I wanted to connect a modern story with a myth that I had read.