It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.
This would be...a book that would be a trapdoor down into some place dark. A place only you could go, alone, when you opened the cover. Because only books have that power.
If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention.
Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.
The rules that I adhere to are the rules of minimalism. And those rules kind of force writing to be more filmic... to have the immediacy and accessibility of film so that the reader really has to fill in a lot of the details.