My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stories are like guideposts to my heart.

Results aside, the ability to have complete faith in another human being is one of the finest qualities a person can possess.

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

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

Memory is so crazy! It's like we've got these drawers crammed with tons of useless stuff. Meanwhile, all the really important things we just keep forgetting, one after the other.

For novelists or musicians, if they really want to create something, they need to go downstairs and find a passage to get into the second basement. What I want to do is go down there, but still stay sane.

Is it against the law for me to know it?