Now i no longer believe that people's secrets are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy to recognize.

In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.

I would really hope this would make people see the short story as an important art, not just something you played around with until you got a novel.

I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people.

The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.

This is the way you look at the poorest details of the world resurfaced, after you've been driving for a long time -- you feel their singleness and precise location and the forlorn coincidence of you being there to see them.

I can't play bridge. I don't play tennis. All those things that people learn, and I admire, there hasn't seemed time for. But what there is time for is looking out the window.