You think that what I've told you is an anecdote. But really it isn't. It's my whole life. It's the only story I have.

Needing something is not the same thing as being interested in the thing itself.

When all the details fit in perfectly, something is probably wrong with the story.

You are a real find and you keep me satisfied, up to a point. After all, I'm a malcontent and you can't change that.

When you’re in love you don’t have to do a damn thing. You can just be. You can just stay quiet in the world. You don’t have to move an inch.

I prefer short stories, but publishers would, of course, rather that writers produce novels, since novels are still more commercially viable.

Gainfully unemployed, very proud of it, too.