...we were like two people standing apart on separate mountain peaks, recklessly leaning forward to throw stones at one another, unaware of the dangerous chasm that separated us.

And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.

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.

I think I've always been somebody, since the deaths of my father and brother, who was afraid to hope. So, I was more prepared for failure and for rejection than for success.

If I now recognize evil in other people, is it not because I have become evil too?

I read a book a day when I was a kid. My family was not literary; we did not have any books in the house.

I don't steer clear of genres. I simply haven't steered myself toward some of them.