Teaching writing puts you on the point of a pin in terms of what you want your own writing to be.

The state of love is this constant flux back and forth between who's saving and who's rescuing, who's wanting and not wanting, who's needing and who isn't. It's always going back and forth between two people who are actually attached.

When you're waiting for a bus, the thing to do is smoke a cigarette.

I think sometimes to still be angry is appropriate, but you want to be able to live with it.

That's what perfect means. You're finished.

I've always wanted to figure out how to do a walking story. I'd never figured out how to do one and have it work or be interesting or have anything that it's about.

My first memory is on a ship from California back to Sydney. Water is just a natural place of home and not home.