Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

It struck me that distant cities are designed precisely so you can know where you came from.

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

Part of me really wants to believe that hope is entirely available to all of us. We don't have to embrace it. It would be sentimental and silly to say that we all need it, but it is absolutely available to all of us.

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.

Stories are the best democracy we have. We are allowed to become the other we never dreamed we could be.