I wanted my stories to transport readers to someplace new and strange.
It soothes me to think of Hemingway in rough draft.
We are not alone in our suffering, no matter how shocking or unusual our particular circumstances.
My unquestionably beautiful surroundings, once so freeing, now seem limiting.
What if I’d been less inhibited? What if I’d cried out, 'Jesus, what the hell is that?'
