Let me tell you a few things about regret...There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?

I'm always looking for something new and interesting to say. And it can't be something I'm directly experiencing.

That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet.

It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.

This was the life I was going to be living, everybody separated from everybody else, hanging on for a moment only to be washed away.

I usually start with something that has some energy, like a compressed character or a situation that's wound up like a spring. Then all I have to do is let it go, let its energy carry the story. And that may not turn out to be the beginning of the book.

It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.