With all respects to heaven, I like it here.

She's always thought that one of the beauties of New York is that you can be from anywhere and within moments of landing its yours.

The stars looked like nail heads in the sky--pull a few of them out and the darkness would fall.

The real beauty in life is that beauty can sometimes occur.

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

A lot of people think that writers are much cleverer than they actually are. No, they're not. But they're emotionally clever, and they go into a character, and they feel something that they weren't entirely aware of beforehand.

Sometimes we just walk into something that is not for us at all. We pretend it is. We think we can shrug it off like a coat, but it's not a coat at all, it's more like another skin. [...] All I wanted was to make my life thrilling for a while: to take the oridinary objects of my days and make a different argument out of them, no obligations to my past.