Dementia was like a truth serum.

The life we receive is not always what we choose.

Words are more ardent if a man must struggle to find them.

We all hate moral ambiguity in some sense, and yet it is also absolutely necessary. In writing a story, it is the place where I begin.

How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?

That is the nature of endings, it seems. They never end. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there are more pieces to be found.

I started a second novel seven times and I had to throw them away.