When I lived in New York, not only did I have safety locks on the door but I had the music going, keeping the city at a distance, trying to find creative time and peace and so forth.

I think I write about things that are mysterious to me.

Falling in Place was meant to be very much rooted in a place and time, and music was a part of that.

I don't write about things that I have the answers to or things that are very close to home. It just wouldn't be any adventure. It wouldn't have any vitality.

Whatever one intends, the work takes on a life of its own.

It's often been said that I'm an extremely depressing, cynical writer. I've never known what to make of that.

Also minimalism is a term that all of us who share so little in common and who are lumped together as minimalists are not terribly happy with.