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.

The other day I was playing Scrabble. I saw that I could close the space in D-E- -Y. I had an N and an F. Which do you think I chose? What was the word I made?

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.

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.

I have written letters that are failures, but I have written few, I think, that are lies. Trying to reach a person means asking the same question over and over again: Is this the truth, or not? I begin this letter to you, then, in the western tradition. If I understand it, the western tradition is: Put your cards on the table.

I get rational when I panic.