But love was always something heavy for me. Something I had to carry.

I wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. I bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.

Words were different when they lived inside of you.

I do that with all of my characters. They have one of the flaws I have, and I zero in on that flaw.

If you want to be a writer, you don't want to live in a comfortable place.

I wondered about the science of storms and how sometimes it seemed that a storm wanted to break the world and how the world refused to break.

But love was always something heavy for me. Something I had to carry.