I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction. It is the beautiful daughter of a rambling, bloated ill-shaven giant (but a giant who's a genius on his best days).

Rebecca Goldstein is a rare find among contemporary novelists: she has intellectual muscle as well as a tender emotional reach.

Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?

Nothing that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes.

Not everything people did could be in a correct, logical order, especially when they were alone.

I like to think that each book I start is a completely new departure But I’ve learned that whatever you do, readers will have no difficulty assimilating it into what you’ve done before.

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.