...some writers closet themselves - I write wherever I am because that's where life is happening ...
A Familiar RainYou could grow up in the city where history was made and still miss it all.
The Fortress of SolitudeI've reached the age where bruises are formed from failures within rather than accidents without.
Great HouseGrief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.
A Grief ObservedThis was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.
The God of Small ThingsShe shoved her hands in the deep silk-lined pockets…where she felt the cold steel of a revolver.
Hundred Dollar BillIt doesn’t matter where I am, or who I’m with . . . God, Caspar. I’ve dreamed about being with you.
In His CommandHumans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
Hogfather