I also thought of playing improvisational jazz and I did take lessons for a while. At first I tried to write fiction by making up things that were completely alien to my life.

Whenever I'm with my mother, I feel as though I have to spend the whole time avoiding land mines.

how can the world in all its chaos come up with so many coincidences, so many similarities and exact opposites?

You can't have intentions without consequences. The question is, who pays for the consequences? Saving fish from drowning. Same thing. Who’s saved? Who’s not?

I am fascinated by language in daily life: the way it can evoke an emotion, a visual image, a complex idea, or a simple truth.

We all become different readers in how we respond to books, why we need them, what we take from them. We become different in the questions that arise as we read, in the answers that we find, in the degree of satisfaction or unease we feel with those answers...In the hands of a different reader, the same story can be a different story.

Only you pick that crab. Nobody else take it. I already know this. Everyone else want best quality. You thinking different.