Taking on a pet is a contract with sorrow.

Romance no longer looked like so much fun, more like a repetitive stress injury.

I think we are all coming to realize the web in all its manifestations is a sucking time hole.

I have never been on the receiving end of a hate crime, or even a disparaging remark to my face.

I'm never sure who I'm writing for, or who's reading me, but I definitely see myself in conspiracy with my readers.

I never write in a linear way. And I tell students not to. You can only know so much about a book when you first start.

When I started, there was more of a cultural assumption that many readers would find gay characters irrelevant or repugnant.

It's easy now, now that it's a story. When you were going through it, it was life. Always much harder to get the plot line on.

You come from the city and think small means simple when all it realy means is complicated in a smaller place. Which sometimes adds to the complication.

I don't know where everything is going, but I'm pretty confident that people like books - the objects. So I'm going to go on that -they're not going to disappear.

Aimee Parkison offers a distinct new voice to contemporary fiction. Her seductive stories explore childhood as a realm of sorrows, and reveal the afflictions of adults who emerge from this private geography.

Some moments supersaturate, take on almost more than one tiny fragment of time can hold. How...can you hold this sort of memory of someone and at the same time just try to seem normally, regularly, pleased when she comes back to visit for a few days every few years?

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