Whenever I go on vacation I like to change up my hair - I'll braid it or get dreads - but my favorite is just keeping it short and curly.

I have to get at least 10 hours of sleep or it's not a good day!

I love a red lip, especially if I'm going out with friends.

Most of my friends love going out, but I have to get a lot of sleep. If I don't, it shows up on my skin and under my eyes.

Old stories sometimes slid out of her like lamp oil or light, stories containing details oblique and nearly incomprehensible to me or to anyone who has never known that world.

Oh, I don't wonder babies always cry when they wake up in the night. So often I want to do it too.

Had I been injured on the freeway and not in combat, it is likely that I would be bankrupt even though I had medical insurance through my civilian employer.

Painting is a language which cannot be replaced by another language. I don't know what to say about what I paint, really.

It's a big change for a country boy like me, to be in the limelight in New York City. It was most definitely a tough adjustment.

A shadow of a reflection of an image of an illusion.

The idea that the Lord had given us a present, that the world is a gift from God... well, the amount of stuff, back then, that the Lord was giving away was limited. We do not have dominion.

Very little appears to escape the infantilizing and moral vacuity of the market.

If I could do what I want with my eyes alone, I would be happy.

Bringing Mid-World to a new readership felt like a big responsibility, but I'm so glad that readers have enjoyed the story. That is a reward in itself.