I am a flawed human being - a far more flawed human being than you realize.

I had my jazz club and I had enough money. So I didn't have to write for my living.

We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.

Of course it hurt that we could never love each other in a physical way. We would have been far more happy if we had. But that was like the tides, the change of seasons--something immutable, an immovable destiny we could never alter. No matter how cleverly we might shelter it, our delicate friendship wasn't going to last forever. We were bound to reach a dead end. That was painfully clear.

You are entering a phase of your life in which many different things will occur...bad things that seem good at first and good things that seem bad at first.

I started writing at the kitchen table after midnight. It took ten months to finish that first book; I sent it to a publisher and I got some kind of prize, so it was like a dream - I was surprised to find it happening.

Cell phones are so convenient that they're an inconvenience.