Look at me. My concerns-are they spiritual, do you think, or carnal? Come on. We've read our Shakespeare.

I've always known when I start a story what the last line is. It's always been the case, since the first story I ever wrote. I don't know how it's going to get there, but I seem to need the destination. I need to know where I end up. It never changes, ever.

It is possible to imagine a person so entirely that the image resists attempts to dislodge it.

The year I began to say vahz instead of vase, a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me.

Wear your heart on the page, and people will read to find out how you solved being alive.

He wondered how we know that what happens to us isn't good.

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