I'm delighted when people respond with passion and readily intensity to my work. Literature is not as the economist would put it a positional good; in other words, there is infinite space for good literature.

And now she was back in the world, not one she could make, but the one that had made her, and she felt herself shrinking under the early evening sky. She was weary of being outdoors, but she was not ready to go in. Was that really all there was in life, indoors or out? Wasn't there somewhere else for people to go?

It was always the view of my parents...that hot weather encouraged loose morals among young people.

I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still possible.

You can spin stories out of the ways people understand and misunderstand each other.

Be wary of too much calm, particularly in your mid-fifties.

When they kissed she immediately felt his tongue, tensed and strong, pushing past her teeth, like some bully shouldering his way into a room. Entering her.