I find it satisfying and intellectually stimulating to work with the intensity, brevity, balance and word play of the short story.

There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can't fix it you've got to stand it.

If you can't fix it, you have to stand it.

If a piece of knotted string can unleash the wind, and if a drowned man can awaken, then I believe a broken man can heal.

Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.

Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.

If you are looking for smart judging based on merit, skip the Academy Awards next year and pay attention to the Independent Spirit Awards.