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

The kind of love that offers its life so easily, so stupidly, is always the love that is not returned.

Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It's everything in between we live for.

I am the person who is appropriating stories that are not mine and turning them into a book.

I don't write for an audience, I don't think whether my book will sell, I don't sell it before I finish writing it.

Do you want to do this thing? Sit down and do it. Are you not writing? Keep sitting there. Does it not feel right? Keep sitting there. Think of yourself as a monk walking the path to enlightenment. Think of yourself as a high school senior wanting to be a neurosurgeon. Is it possible? Yes. Is there some shortcut? Not one I've found. Writing is a miserable, awful business. Stay with it. It is better than anything in the world.

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