This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.

I believe so deeply in the primacy of language, in lifting your prose to the highest level you're capable of and making your words symphonic.

We were supposed to grow old together, Dolores. Have kids. Take walks under old trees. I wanted to watch the lines etch themselves into your flesh and know when each and every one of them appeared. Die together.

He wondered if this was what clinical depression felt like, a total numbness, a weary lack of hope.

... scarred by wisdom she'd never asked for.

I love to write, so it rarely seems like work - even when it gets arduous.

I found that I could write two kinds of short stories: I could write very absurd, kind of surrealistic, funny stories; or I could write very dark, realistic - hyper-realistic - stories. I was never happy with that, because I couldn't meld the two.