We're All Entitled To Our Superstitions.

When Your Fight Has Purpose - To Free You From Something, To Interfere On The Behalf Of An Innocent - It Has A Hope Of Finality. When The Fight Is About Unraveling - When It Is About Your Name, The Places To Which Your Blood Is Anchored, The Attachment Of Your Name To Some Landmark Or Event - There Is Nothing But Hate, And The Long, Slow Progression Of People Who Feed On It And Are Fed It, Meticulously, By The Ones Who Come Before Them. Then The Fight Is Endless, And Comes In Waves And Waves, But Always Retains Its Capacity To Surprise Those Who Hope Against It.

My Road To Publishing Actually Came Through A Colleague Who Connected Me To My Agent, And The Faculty At Cornell Was Very Supportive.

My Family Lived In Egypt From 1993 To 1996.

A Family Has Its Own Rituals And Its Own Superstitions.

A Lot Of Writers That I Know Have Told Me That The First Book You Write, You Write About Your Childhood, Whether You Want To Or Not. It Calls You Back.