It frequently happens that I begin a novel with just a visual image of something, a vague sense of people in three dimensional space.

There are no amateurs in the world of children.

Stories have no point if they don't absorb our terror.

Prayer is a practical strategy, the gaining of temporal advantage in the capital markets of Sin and Remission.

In our world we sleep and eat the image and pray to it and wear it too.

I didn’t do anything. I don’t have an explanation, I don’t know why I wanted to write. I did some short stories at that time, but very infrequently. I quit my job just to quit. I didn’t quit my job to write fiction. I just didn’t want to work anymore

Out of some persistent sense of large-scale ruin, we kept inventing hope.