I write because I want to have more than one life.

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 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.

Smells could bring a person back clearer than pictures even could.

How plotless real life was!

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

I'll write maybe one long paragraph describing the events, then a page or two breaking the events into chapters, and then reams of pages delving into my characters. After that, I'm ready to begin