I try to remember that the job - as well as the plight, and the unexpected joy - of the artist is to embrace uncertainty, to be sharpened and honed by it.

In every generation there is a vault-keeper, one who guards the links fiercely and knows they are more precious than rubies.

I did want to feel like life's all of one piece.

When a writer's whole being is poured into a piece of work, there is never enough. The feeling of finally getting to the end of a piece of work, of making it as good as you can at that moment, is more of a relief than anything else, and then you wait for reviews.

I needed to slow down and quiet down deeply into a lot of these questions, yet at the same time what I was looking for, and continue to, is a way to have this exist within a regular, normal, modern life.

It is only with distance that we are able to turn our powers of observation on ourselves, thus fashioning stories in which we are characters.

There is no end to the promotion. There is no end to the possibilities. You can continue to promote a book for years, literally.