I remember leaving the hospital - thinking, 'Wait, are they going to let me just walk off with him? I don't know beans about babies! I don't have a license to do this.' We're just amateurs.

He was wondering if there was some cryptic, cultish mark on his door that told all the crazy people he'd have trouble saying no.

Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him.

I'm falling into disrepair

I hated childhood, and spent it sitting behind a book waiting for adulthood to arrive.

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

It seems to me that since I've had children, I've grown richer and deeper. They may have slowed down my writing for a while, but when I did write, I had more of a self to speak from.