The very greatest mystery is in unsheathed reality itself.
Any room in our house at any time in the day was there to read in or to be read to.
Time is anonymous; when we give it a face, it's the same face the world over.
Writing fiction has developed in me an abiding respect for the unknown in a human lifetime and a sense of where to look for the threads, how to follow, how to connect, find in the thick of the tangle what clear line persists.
Human life is fiction's only theme.
All experience is an enrichment rather than an impoverishment.