I never write in a linear way. And I tell students not to. You can only know so much about a book when you first start.

Some moments supersaturate, take on almost more than one tiny fragment of time can hold. How...can you hold this sort of memory of someone and at the same time just try to seem normally, regularly, pleased when she comes back to visit for a few days every few years?

I don't know where everything is going, but I'm pretty confident that people like books - the objects. So I'm going to go on that -they're not going to disappear.

I think we are all coming to realize the web in all its manifestations is a sucking time hole.

When I started, there was more of a cultural assumption that many readers would find gay characters irrelevant or repugnant.

I'm never sure who I'm writing for, or who's reading me, but I definitely see myself in conspiracy with my readers.

It's easy now, now that it's a story. When you were going through it, it was life. Always much harder to get the plot line on.