Maybe the private life wasn't forever. Maybe everyone got it for a little while and then spent the rest of their lives remembering.

The hardest piece of nonfiction I ever wrote isn't anywhere close to the easiest piece of fiction I never wrote.

It was never the right time or it was always the right time, depending on how you looked at it.

Fiction is always really a labor.

There was such an incredible logic to kissing, such a metal-to-magnet pull between two people that it was a wonder that they found the strength to prevent themselves from succumbing every second. Rightfully, the world should be a whirlpool of kissing into which we sank and never found the strength to rise up again.

Keeping people safe is a story we tell ourselves.

It's easier to love a woman when you can't understand a word she's saying.