Don't get me wrong, I love literary fiction. It's faux literary fiction I can't stand.

I won the parental lottery. Most of the kids I grew up with either came from really fractured homes, or really violent ones. I went home to a very traditional, good Irish Catholic family.

I love television. I think we're in a renaissance of epic proportion in television now.

The world does not have tidy endings. The world does not have neat connections. It is not filled with epiphanies that work perfectly at the moment that you need them.

I sort of play golf because a lot of my friends are into it, but I'm awful - my handicap is about six or seven thousand.

He wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could, when you felt as if you'd been born for only one moment and this, for whatever reason, was it.

Which would be worse - to live as a monster, or to die as a good man?