A biography for Shannon Celebihasn’t been written yet.
“I hung a picture of him above my bed and learned by hand the internal workings of the female combustion engine.”
“Don’t worry if you fall, sweet girl. Youth is made for bruises.”
“I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those things no widow will tell you ever crossed her mind.”
“Just write. That's my only tip. And read. I guess that's two.”
“If she could hate this much she sure as hell had loved.”
“I long for some connection, to the real and those who love them, and hope that my fiction can reach beyond the veil, that I might touch someone and make them feel something…or something.”