I think people who share my dreams can enjoy reading my novels. And that's a wonderful thing. I said that myths are like a reservoir of stories, and if I can act as a similar kind of "reservoir," albeit a modest one, that would make me very happy.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

it occurred to me what a simple thing reality is, how easy it is to make it work. It's just reality. Just housework. Just a home. Like running a simple machine. Once you learn to run it, it's just a matter of repetition. You push this button and pull that lever. You adjust a gauge, put on the lid, set the timer. The same thing, over and over.

And as we live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding on to them.

There's an essential order you have to follow in everything. It's a way of showing respect, following everything in the correct order.

Killing time is not an easy job.

Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.