Stories end in reverie, tragedy, or forgiveness.

What is remembered is not a deed in stone but a metaphor. Meta = above. Pheren = to carry. That which is carried above the literalness of life. A way of thinking that avoids the problems of gravity. The word won't let me down. The single word that can release me from all that unuttered weight.

When pieces of work speak to us in a way that feels as if they were made just for us, those become our private worlds that we return to.

The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.

That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.

To create a past that seemed authentic but would be a fiction, you need an invented language.

We're in a strange situation where people either don't read at all or they read a lot. There's a huge gap in between. That's something that would be good to bridge so it doesn't have to be one thing or the other. Books could be part of life in a more relaxed way. I'd like to see that.