I don't want to stand with somebody's praise.

I love a large cast of characters. That's the way life is: it's flooded with people and we keep them all straight.

Hope is a horrible thing, you know. I don't know who decided to package hope as a virtue because it's not. It's a plague. Hope is like walking around with a fishhook in your mouth and somebody just keeps pulling it and pulling it.

The light was cut to lace by the trees that had grown so thick with leaves in the last few months.

Time has a funny way of collapsing when you go back to a place you once loved. You find yourself thinking, I was kissed in that building, I climbed up that tree.

When you get divorced and remarried, nobody gets discarded. Everybody is still there. Even if their storyline is not directly yours.

I made a startling discovery. Time spent writing = output of work. Amazing.