I am interested in silences

I'm starting to think my narrators' sentences are getting too big for them, and they are getting to sound a bit samey and, more disturbingly, a bit too much like me.

We have lost the art of public tenderness, these small gestures of wiping and washing; we have forgotten how abjectly the body welcomes a formal touch.

I think you know everything at eight. But is is hidden from you, sealed up, in a way you have to cut yourself open to find.

Writing is not my problem, it is my solution.

Description is hard. Remember that all description is an opinion about the world. Find a place to stand.

In more static societies, like Ireland, you can tell where a person is from by their surname, or where their grandparents are from.