Our House Is Made Of Glass... And

Better To Be Despised, Then, Than To Be Ignored; Or Damned With Condescending Praise.

Food Doesn't Exist, But Can Only Be Invented. And Reinvented.

Love Is An Indescribable Sensation - Perhaps A Conviction, A Sense Of Certitude.

I Have Forced Myself To Begin Writing When I've Been Utterly Exhausted, When I've Felt My Soul As Thin As A Playing Card…and Somehow The Activity Of Writing Changes Everything.

When I Was Very Little, Four Or Five, I Did Comic Strip Drawings, So My First Novel Had No Words. I Couldn't Write And Thought Adult Handwriting Was A Mysterious Scribble. When I Was 14, My Grandmother Gave Me A Typewriter And I Started Writing In A Different Way.