I wanted to write about a woman who was angry, who had a right to be angry, and who wasn’t going to apologize for it.
And I went to talk to them about certain of the great tragedies of Western art. I wanted to see how they would seize the bare bones of certain stories, if they came in as a news item at the news desk on a Saturday afternoon.
"A writer’s voice is their fingerprint."
The world is full of signs and wonders, but we are blind to them.