“When I was a kid, I was surrounded by girls: older sisters, older girl cousins just down the street... except for an older boy named Vito who threw rocks. Each year I would wish for a baby brother. It never happened.”
“However far fiction writers stray from their own lives and experiences-and I stray pretty far from mine-I think, ultimately, that we may be writing what we need to write in some way, albeit unconsciously.”
