It appears history is going to keep happening, despite our hopes for retirement.

Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven. So you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it.

I like to think Im a pretty good-natured guy and pretty civil and probably not ever truly guilty in any serious way of any legal infractions.

Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions.

I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.

I was just about to begin writing Mirror Mirror, within about a week of it, when September 11, 2001 happened. I found myself incapable of caring about fiction-making for a number of months.

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance; some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.