When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself.

August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.

Strange to dream in the right shape and build in the wrong shape, but maybe that is what we do every day, never believing that a dream could tell the truth.

Of course that is not the whole story, but that is the way with stories; we make them what we will. It's a way of explaining the universe while leaving the universe unexplained, it's a way of keeping it all alive, not boxing it into time.

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.

Academics love to make theories about a body of work, but each book consumes the writer and is the sum of his or her world.

We're living in a homogenized culture where everything is the same, and books are not a homogenized culture. They are extremely varied, and they're eccentric because they are the product of an individual mind. They are not, in any way, mediated.