Only her death could prove her innocence; a circle of impossible, deathly judgement.

In "Faithful," Ray Bradbury is discussed a lot. The characters read "The Illustrated Man."

Cleaning up after themselves was a low priority for Margo and my mother. They had both recovered from cancer scares, failed marriages, and lost hope; in their opinion, dirt could wait.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

We had to survive to remember. Otherwise everything we were would disappear. Those people we loved would fade as though we'd never loved them, as if they'd never walked and talked and burned, forgetting them was the real evil. That was the hole of darkness.

I never plot out my novels in terms of the tone of the book. Hopefully, once a story is begun it reveals itself

He was in love, and people in that condition did stupid, unfathomable things. They were all flawed, every single one.