Then it was intoxicating. The smooth takeoff, and the free feeling of having the world drop away. Soon after leaving the ground, they were crossing patches of stratus that lay in the valleys as heavy and white as glaciers. North for the first time. It was still an adventure, as exciting as love, as frightening.

Events need their invitation, dissolutions their start.

A light snow, a snow so faint and small-bodied that it seems nothing more than a manifestation of the cold.

The whole joy of writing comes from the opportunity to go over it and make it good, one way or another.

I like to write about certain things that if they are not written about are not going to exist.

Happiness is often at its most intense when it is based on inequality.

Lots of scripts are written and not made, even scripts that people want to make.