Bravest thing about people is how they go on loving mortal beings after finding out there's such a thing as dying.

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.

Time, in general, has always been a central obsession of mine - what it does to people, how it can constitute a plot all on its own. So naturally, I am interested in old age.

I've always thought a hotel ought to offer optional small animals. I mean a cat to sleep on your bed at night, or a dog of some kind to act pleased when you come in. You ever notice how a hotel room feels so lifeless?

And I am interested in the fact that class is very much a factor in America, even though it's not supposed to be.

They were like people who run to meet, holding out their arms, but their aim is wrong; they pass each other and keep running.

I'm falling into disrepair