The point is that although love may die, what is said on its behalf cannot be consumed by the passage of time, and forgiveness is everything.

The truth is that I'm never sure how any of my books will be received, and because I can be thin-skinned, I try not to read too many reviews when a book first comes out.

I feel quite at home writing short stories but nervous and anxious when writing novels, as if the bad time of consecutive failures might arise again.

There's nothing to talk about to strangers anymore, if you know what I mean. Everything I want to say, I say to her.

There is such a thing as the poetry of a mistake, and when you say, "Mistakes were made," you deprive an action of its poetry, and you sound like a weasel.

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.

There is no weather in malls.