Part of the beauty of fiction is that we come alive in a body that we don't own.

There are no days more full than those we go back to.

I'm a complete and utter fiction. Then again, we all are.

One small cloud, cast out by the herd, limps away to the west.

Increasingly I think of myself as some strange and solitary conductor, introduced to a group of very dynamic musicians who happen to be my characters, and I have no idea how they are going to play together, and I have certainly no idea how I am going to put manners on them.

A book is completed only when it is finished by a reader.

You cannot read any image of the World Trade Center without thinking of 9/11.