Here is the door of my mom's house, well-remembered childhood portal. Here is the yard, and a set of wires that runs from the house to a wooden pole, and some fat birds sitting together on the wires, five of them lined up like beads on an abacus.

You can't tell people how to feel when they read your work. You can only hope to connect.

It had occurred to him that if the undead don't realize that they are dead, he might easily be one of them himself.

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

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

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

You can go on like this for a very long time, and no one will notice. You keep thinking you're going to hit some sort of bottom, but I'm here to tell you: There is no bottom.