Life is like a box of cookies.

For me, writing a novel is like having a dream. Writing a novel lets me intentionally dream while I'm still awake. I can continue yesterday's dream today, something you can't normally do in everyday life.

Life might just be an absurd, even crude, chain of events and nothing more.

Let the world move along as it pleased. If it had any business with him, it would be sure to tell him.

Generally, people who are good at writing letters have no need to write letters. They've got plenty of life to lead inside their own context.

I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.

Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.