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

My son is now fourteen, and from the moment he was born, I understood that forevermore my heart would be walking around outside my body.

Recognize the possibility of the divine in any given moment.

When I was growing up, I had no idea that I could possibly become a writer. I wrote endlessly in journals - a practice I maintained for a long time, well into the writing life I had no idea I could ever have.

Our minds have a tendency to wander. To duck and feint and keep us at a slight remove from the moment at hand.

Our minds simply don't function in some sort of narrative chronology. I think that one of the great gifts of writing fiction is being able to think about that.

As a writer we are our own instruments; we need to protect our instrument, because no one will protect it if we don't.