I know already that I will return to this day whenever I want to. I can bid it alive. Preserve it. There is a still point where the present, the now, winds around itself, and nothing is tangled. The river is not where it begins or ends, but right in the middle point, anchored by what has happened and what is to arrive.

Where happiness was not a possibility, the illusion of it was always more important.

The repeated lies become history, but they don't necessarily become the truth.

This is not my life. These are not my cobwebs. This is not the darkness I was designed for.

We shape ourselves by our imaginative reach.

Personally, I like the social novel. I like writing that gets in and under the hood and looks about - at what's going on. But I don't say to any writer that that's absolutely what they should do.

I don't know of a greater privilege than being allowed to tell a story, or to listen to a story. They're the only thing we have that can trump life itself.