Of course there's objective truth, but when we're looking at people's accounts of it, it seems the real truth lies in the accretion of all these different versions.

We all think we know what happens after death. But maybe it's going to be not only weird but also dorky and comic and inconsistent.

The Bush administration is a paragon of wisdom.

I see that being looked at askance as a form of elitism now, which is really scary.

An artist's job is to be interested in things as they are.

It blew my mind, reading Swing Time, that I could take any sentence in the book, and it was one of the most beautiful sentences written in English.

Maybe you could even think 100,000 people are inside each human being. And you drop a novel on that person, and a certain number of those sub-people come alive or get reenergized for some finite time.