I long for, not a writer's retreat - I can write in any situation - but a reader's retreat.

I loved you because there was no other place for me to go. We were married because we did not know what else to do with each other. You never knew me, nothing about me, what died inside me, what lived invisibly.

Our daughter was born in Chicago, and she's already showing it. The temperature has to be approaching zero for her to wear a hat.

For people who are displaced, you can reconstruct the story of your life from the objects you have access to, but if you don't have the objects then there are holes in your life. This is why people in Bosnia - if anyone was running back into a burning house it was to salvage photos.

I had an epiphany: I was a loser.

To write has to be related to a drive inside.

If you find yourself as a person in unfamiliar territory, you will grasp on to what is already familiar.