Without sound, celebration and grief look nearly the same.

A self needed to spill out sometimes, a body should show evidence of what the hell went on inside it.

I work, and then I leave the office, and I'm with my kids and just sort of enjoy them on a visceral level, and I don't feel like I'm exorcising my own deep ideas about parenthood and about how my life will come into play in my work.

Slamming the book shut produces a wind on the face, a weather that is copyrighted by the author, and this wind may not be deployed without permission, nor may the pages be turned without express written permission.

Fiction becomes a place where I face certain fears such as losing language or losing my children.

I love the way dates in a text make us think that truth will follow.

I work a lot in the summers. My family goes to Maine, where we have a little house. My wife's a writer, too, and we can write for six hours a day and then play with the kids.