The sound of words in a novel is a pretty amazing thing, and I am concerned with the sound of every word I write.

Friendship is a simple thing, and yet complicated; friendship is on the surface, something natural, something taken for granted, and yet underneath one could find worlds.

A psychiatrist once asked me to draw a picture of my family. This is when I was a member of a family of four. I drew the three other people in the family first, bodies and heads. And then, last, I began to draw myself - but gave up.

I am not aware of anything below my neck. I live completely in my head.

A professional writer is a joke. You write because you can't do anything else, and then you have another job.

The shadow of my mother danced around the room to a tune that my own shadow sang.

...yet a memory cannot be trusted, for so much of the experience of the past is determined by the experience of the present.