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.

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?

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

You come from the city and think small means simple when all it realy means is complicated in a smaller place. Which sometimes adds to the complication.

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

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 have never been on the receiving end of a hate crime, or even a disparaging remark to my face.