This is how the entire course of a life can be changed - by doing nothing.

She sleepwalked from moment to moment, and whole months slipped by without memory, without bearing the faintest imprint of her conscious will.

Observing human variety can give pleasure, but so too can human sameness.

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.

Arguing with a dead man in a lavatory is a claustrophobic experience.

Writing a novel resembles a journey with only the sketchiest of maps.

Politics is the enemy of the imagination.