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

It was too much work to remember things you might not have again, and so one by one they opened up their hands and let them go.

I don't believe in fate, as in, which I - as a Catholic, I think, sort of predestination. But I certainly believe in chance.

Some people need a huge amount of attention, and they are worthy of that attention, and they're still exhausting.

He doesn’t know to want for more because nothing in his life has been as much as this...on that night he thinks that no one has ever had so much and only later will he know he should have asked for more.

Anytime you write about priests or cops, they're hot-button professions.

When I wrote nonfiction, my best work was the really personal stuff.