I probably have less revision than those who have that wonderful rush of story to tell - you know, I can't wait to tell you what happened the other day. It comes tumbling out and maybe then they go back and refine. I kind of envy that way of working, but I just have never done it.

A five-hour flight works out to three days and nights on land, by rail, from sea to shining sea. You can chalk off the hours on the back of the seat ahead. But seventy-some hours will not seem so long to you if you tell yourself first: This is where I am going to be for the rest of my natural life.

I do feel that if you can write one good sentence and then another good sentence and then another, you end up with a good story.

He could not wait to get rid of them so he could enjoy remembering them.

What I think," Chatty says, "is that if a man loves a woman more than a woman loves a man, then they're even.

We can only die in the future, I thought; right now we are always alive.

There’s so much I can’t read because I get so exasperated. Someone starts describing the character boarding the plane and pulling the seat back. And I just want to say, Babe, I have been downtown. I have been up in a plane. Give me some credit.