It is not like a premonition of death. It is as if she died a long time ago, and she just now remembered it.

Imaginative empathy is one of the great gifts that humans have, and it means that we can live more than one life. We can picture what it would be like from another perspective.

Our sense of self is a kind of construct. It is in some ways like a novel, and it's like a fabric of fictions that we patch together from memory.

My main reader was my wife Sheila, and I haven't written a lot since she died.

Maybe love, like suffering, is relative.

For me, the process of writing a novel happens mostly in your head before you actually start writing.

I knew I wanted to play around with genre-esque imagery, and the identity theft stuff came in the middle, when I was figuring out how the characters were connected to those images.