Off-camera lives are unverifiable.

Stories are consoling, fiction is one of the consolation prizes for having lived in the world.

How many beginnings before you see the lies in your excitement?

Dying was just an extended version of Ash Wednesday.

If you reveal everything, bare every feeling, ask for understanding, you lose something crucial to your sense of yourself. You need to know things that others don't know. It's what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.

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

Clouds are no deterrent. Clouds intensify the drama, trap and shape the light.