Sometimes silence resolves a conversation confused by Mad Misconstruction.

I feel like the writer observing the grief, but it is difficult to be detached from it.

It's a natural thing for people to say, you know, Who's in this book? I find myself get ting a little defensive. People come along and I'm waiting for that first question.

I think with every writer there are two people there.

We are all the foolishness and all the crimes we did. We're also all the kindnesses we did. I hate to think of life as if we understood time. We don't understand time.

As somebody once said, we're not punished for our sins, we're punished by them.

There is only one immutable law in life - in a gentleman's toilet, incoming traffic has the right of way.