I Think People Become Consumed

No One Should Have To Go Back To The Place Where She Had Once Been A Girl.

Home, Bed, Sleep, Mother--who Knew More Beautiful Words Than These?

My Writing Process Has Changed Because It's Harder To Find Uninterrupted Time.

That's The Way I Work. I Get It All Plotted In My Mind, And Then I Write It Down.

Hope Is A Horrible Thing, You Know. I Don't Know Who Decided To Package Hope As A Virtue Because It's Not. It's A Plague. Hope Is Like Walking Around With A Fishhook In Your Mouth And Somebody Just Keeps Pulling It And Pulling It.