Pain comes at me and I take it, chew it for a few minutes, and spit it back out. It's just not my thing anymore.

He remained, weeks after awakening, in that period of early-morning consciousness that allows easy re-entry to dreaming. His limbs still tingled with the residue of sleep, and most days he wanted badly to allow it to overtake him again.

To me any given story has its appropriate form. There might be some story I get involved with that's begging to be a graphic novel, so that will have to be that way.

The raising of a child is the building of a cathedral. You can't cut corners.

But that in any city, in any cluster of people, there a few people who are awake at this hour, who are both awake and dancing, and it’s here that we need to be.

I love to be surprised or challenged or told that I know less than I thought that I knew. I know it's an old saw, but the older I get the less I know I know.

Better to be at the bottom of a ladder you want to climb than in the middle of some ladder you don’t, right?