We can rarely tell others what we really think about them--not just because it would so wound them, but also because it would so wound ourselves.

With a novel, no matter where I am in it, I'm fretting about it. Every time I write a book, it starts with great forward momentum. Then there seems to be a period where it slows down a bit, and other things intervene. Then I gain momentum.

We don't like admitting this, but it is a key component of human existence: the fact that life has the potential for things both wondrous and horrific.

From Graham Greene, I learnt how to be an accessible writer who grapples with our doubts as sentient individuals.

The only time you truly become an adult is when you finally forgive your parents for being just as flawed as everyone else.

We all talk about how much we hate lies. Yet we prefer, so often, to be lied to....because it allows us to dodge all those painful truths we'd rather not hear.

Words matter, words have import.