It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.

As a reader, I want a book to kidnap me into its world. Its world must make my so-called real world seem flimsy. Its world must lure me to return. When I close the book, I should feel bereft.

perfectionism is the enemy of art. Since art is essentially divine play, not dogged work, it often happens that as one becomes more professionally driven one also becomes less capriciously playful.

Eating is never so simple as hunger.

The older we get, the more Jewish we become in my family.

You must find the right voice (or voices) for the timbre that can convince a reader to give himself up to you.

At times it is strangely sedative to know the extent of your own powerlessness.