While armchair travelers dream of going places, traveling armchairs dream of staying put.

I don't type [when I write] because . . . I often have the feeling that everything flows directly from my right hand.

The hardest novel to write was Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant.

Try Jesus, you won't regret it, a billboard read.

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.

Sooner or later, even the sharpest pain became flattened.

I have spent so long erecting partitions around the part of me that writes - learning how to close the door on it when ordinary lfe intervenes, how to close the door on ordinary life when it's time to start writing again - that I'm not sure I could fit the two parts of me back together now.