Narrative poses ten questions about writing, obsession, life, and love.
Never repeat rhymes, not once in an entire show.
I got to be the higher power, looking down on mice and friends.
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
She’s informed so much of my being, for better or worse.
I have a soft spot for Trollope’s dreadful Lizzie Greystock.
A friend of my father’s once told me, “You’ll never be a writer.”
I’ve found that love has provided my life’s happiest moments.
What I wanted was to release my peers from their shame.
In life, my favorite character is my husband.
I don’t own a smartphone and never will. I’ve never sent a text.
“The role of the artist is to not look away.”
As much as I worry now, I wish I knew to worry less then.
All true laughter has tears behind it.
Art doesn’t conform to a capitalist’s ratio of productivity to time.
I wish I had thought to write down my father’s stories.
No one will care as much as you do.
The Great Gatsby had an awful, detrimental effect on me.
I once heard in a sermon, “Choose the important over the urgent.”
Obidicut, Hobbididence, Mahu, Modo, Smulkin, and Turlygod.
I usually get my best writing done at night or at the close of day.
I love talking to girls. That’s why I’ve written so much about them.
I started reading it again before I had even finished it.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Note the comma in his name.
There is no single path to the place you want to go.
The story of racism does not simply happen to people of color.
Who, after all, is fully recovered from life?
Every day is a writing day, or at least a potential writing day.
I would love to read Song of Solomon for the first time again.
I know now not to measure my insides against others’ outsides.
I love Nedra in James Salter’s Light Years.
Favorite character? What a question. It’s like choosing a favorite child.
2019 MacArthur Fellow
2015 Narrative Prize Winner