Location pertains to feelings - feelings are bound up in place.

Never think you've seen the last of anything.

The mystery in how little we know of other people is no greater than the mystery of how much, Laurel thought.

The novelist works neither to correct nor to condone, not at all to comfort, but to make what's told alive.

My own words, when I am at work on a story, I hear too as they go, in the same voice that I hear when I read in books. When I write and the sound of it comes back to my ears, then I act to make changes. I have always trusted this voice.

Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them.

Gardening is akin to writing stories. No experience could have taught me more about grief or flowers, about achieving survival by going, your fingers in the ground, the limit of physical exhaustion.