Nonfiction requires enormous discipline. You construct the terms of your story, and then you stick to them.

The thing is, it's my own fault. I just can't put up with a person that won't go out of his way for me. And that's what a man is. Somebody that won't go out of his way for you. I bet it says that in the dictionary.

There is something in us that loves certain disasters and the fever of this moment and surrendering to that.

A good title holds magic, some cognitive dissonance, a little grit between the teeth, but above all it is the jumping-off place into wonder.

Value is not made of money, but a tender balance of expectation and longing.

No reporter worth his buttons will let the facts intrude on a good story.

Literature sucks you into another psyche. So the creation of empathy necessarily influences how you'll behave to other people.