Fiction shows us the past as well as the present moment in mortal light; it is an art served by the indelibility of our memory, and one empowered by a sharp and prophetic awareness of what is ephemeral. It is by the ephemeral that our feeling is so strongly aroused for what endures.

To write honestly and with all our powers is the least we can do, and the most.

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

Indeed, learning to write may be part of learning to read. For all I know, writing comes out of a superior devotion to reading.

The mystery lies in the use of language to express human life.

For the source of the short story is usually lyrical. And all writers speak from, and speak to, emotions eternally the same in all of us: love, pity, terror do not show favorites or leave any of us out.

It's the form it takes when it comes out the other side, of course, that gives a story something unique--its life. The story, in the way it has arrived at what it is on the page, has been something learned, by dint of the story's challenge and the work that rises to meet it--a process as uncharted for the writer as if it had never been attempted before.