We write about what we don't know about what we know.
Sometimes before people know what they're saying, they already love the language.
…I go through a story for lies. I might discover the lie of trying to show off. Sometimes they’re lies of character. Sometimes they are lies of writing the most beautiful sentence in the world that has nothing to do with the story.
To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night.
Sometimes, walking with a friend, I forget the world.
A lot of sad things have happened to my friends' children, people you knew as babies. They've been killed or become crazy or all kinds of tragic things. There are some people whose children haven't talked to them in fifteen years. There's all kind of meshugaas in this world.