Isn't a memorial service meant to comfort the living?

I'm beginning to think that maybe it's not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you're with them.

I'm too shy for personal appearances, and I've found out that anytime I talk about my writing, I can't do any writing for many weeks afterward.

She was good at talking with young people. She seemed to view them as interesting foreigners.

I write because I want more than one life; I insist on a wider selection. It’s greed, plain and simple. When my characters join the circus, I’m joining the circus. Although I’m happily married, I spent a great deal of time mentally living with incompatible husbands.

I consciously try to end my novels at a point where I won't have to wonder about my characters ever again.

Once your mind is caught on the right snag, there's nothing so hard about the mechanics of writing.