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

Fiction is too complicated and too elusive to break down into a set of tricks.

Eventually you stop paying attention to your own feelings when there's nothing to be done about them.

I'm interested in the hope we invest in science, and the disappointment we can feel when science flattens, or 'explains,' the larger mysteries of religion.

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.

In certain strains of Judaism, there's a profound passion for the ineffable. Contemplation of God is meant to be forever elusive, because, you know, our tiny minds can't possibly comprehend Him. If we find ourselves comprehending Him, then we can be sure we're off track.

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