Men do not know what they do not know, and women should not tell them.

they danced as though they'd been waiting all their lives for each song.

I do not say what I feel, and people often take that for shyness, even kindness.

Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened.

I have made the best and happiest ending that I can in this world, made it out of the flax and netting and leftover trim of someone else's life, I know, but made it to keep the innocent safe and the guilty punished, and I have made it as the world should be and not as I have found it.

Learning to listen, letting people finish their sentences, and most of all, the habit of noticing the difference between what people say and how they say it. {on the habits of psychoanalytic training and practice applied to fiction writing} The gap between what people tell you and what's really going on is what interests me.

My writing process, such as it is, consists of a lot of noodling, procrastinating, dawdling, and avoiding.