My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.
I would love to travel around the world working for a travel company taking students abroad on cultural immersion trips.
Tin House magazine is a port in the storm for people who love language. It is unfailingly excellent, and committed to publishing new voices in addition to delivering freaky-fresh work from established writers.
America's great talent, I think, is to generate desires that would never have occurred, natively,. . . and to make those desires so painfully real that money becomes a fiction, an imaginary means to some concrete end.
I'm probably a lot closer than perhaps the contents of my early fiction suggest to a jaded Denny's waitress with smoker's-lung-black humor than a ghost hunter.
At the end of the block where I used to live in Coconut Grove in Miami, there's a swampy area, a no-name alcove with a little mangrove estuary. It's beautiful.
Regret is a pilgrimage back to the place where I was free to choose.
Toughest man I faced is myself. Everybody is the same. If you can control yourself then you can control any situation. If not then it's a 50-50 proposition or less. Though what people don't realize is they're only really fighting themselves.
Christian is a great noun and a poor adjective
We cannibals must help these Christians.
To actually be possessed or possess someone in a way that is unimaginable when you're a young person struggling about your body and whether anybody would ever want you, that's a huge world and that doesn't shift because you're fifty; it doesn't shift because you're 80. It's a vision of the possibility of claiming the right to dream and imagine an impossible place that you were never allowed to go, but you want the world to have as a possibility in the future.