I believe in walking out of a museum before the paintings you've seen begin to run together. How else can you carry anything away with you in your mind's eye?

It was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home.

It's funny; in this era of e-mail and voice mail and all those things that even I did not grow up with, a plain old paper letter takes on amazing intimacy.

I keep telling myself I should try very hard to write a novel of about 210 pages... I don't seem to be capable of it, but I keep hoping it will happen.

We Gypsies know that where Jews are killed, Gypsies are always murthered too. And then a lot of other people, usually.

These atheist cultures were certainly diligent in preserving the relics of their saints.

Every writer hopes his or her book will be its own thing.