And I wished myself back—back to the future or wherever…

“If she could hate this much she sure as hell had loved.”

— Shannon Celebi

“Of course, I rationalize the fear. I realize it’s not real, that my house isn’t burning down, that the deer aren’t going to kill…

— Shannon Celebi

“I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those…

— Shannon Celebi

“I long for some connection, to the real and those who love them, and hope that my fiction can reach beyond the veil, that…

— Shannon Celebi

“Okay, I’ll just jump right out and say it. I have anxiety issues.”

— Shannon Celebi

“The bottom line was that I was in an abusive relationship.”

— Shannon Celebi

“She dreamed of driving off bridges: into a lake beneath some twisting highway of her youth, into the reservoir on the country road to…

— Shannon Celebi

“Let’s call my mood melancholy; let’s call it remembrance. Or maybe let’s call it longing. Yes, let’s call it longing instead.”

— Shannon Celebi

“I am forever an advocate of books, both the reading of them and the writing. There is something sacred to me in that community.…

— Shannon Celebi

“She was no stripper with a heart of gold, that was for sure. A heart of steel, more like.”

— Shannon Celebi

“Here’s a random factoid: I like cats. And here’s another: I like red wine.”

— Shannon Celebi

“I think of Ariel, my local neighborhood mermaid, how she only had twenty-four hours to turn her life around...”

— Shannon Celebi

“My Stephen King for his Ayn Rand. My Terry Goodkind for his T.S. Elliot. Not a bang but a whimper.”

— Shannon Celebi

“It’s not like I planned it. I never woke up from some rosy dream and said, “Okay, world, today I’m gonna spaz.”

— Shannon Celebi

“Amber Rorman had told me too that our third grade teacher, Ms. Lizetti, was really a lesbian, which I thought was a disease until…

— Shannon Celebi