I Think All Artists Are Looking For

No One Will Love You More Than You Love Your Pain.

I Don't Know What Will Happen To The Physical Book And What It Will Mean For Authors. I Worry Whether It Will Mean People Can Still Make Their Careers This Way. Will Whatever Comes Next Allow People To Be Able To Own Their Ideas And Be Able To Take Time To Develop Them?

When You Write, It’s Like Braiding Your Hair. Taking A Handful Of Coarse Unruly Strands And Attempting To Bring Them Unity. Your Fingers Have Still Not Perfected The Task. Some Of The Braids Are Long, Others Are Short. Some Are Thick, Others Are Thin. Some Are Heavy. Others Are Light. Like The Diverse Women Of Your Family. Those Whose Fables And Metaphors, Whose Similes And Soliloquies, Whose Diction And Je Ne Sais Quoi Daily Slip Into Your Survival Soup, By Way Of Their Fingers.

I Think It's Hard To Write A Book About Happiness Because Fiction Requires Tension And Complication.

Often When You're An Immigrant Writing In English, People Think It's Primarily A Commercial Choice. But For Many Of Us, It's A Choice That Rises Out Of The Circumstances Of Our Lives. These Are The Tools I Have At My Disposal, Based On My Experiences. It's A Constant Debate, Not Just In My Community But In Other Communities As Well. Where Do You Belong? You're Kind Of One Of Us, But You Now Write In A Different Language.