Usually my ideas are small.

What if you had faith and performed good works, what if you died and went to heaven, and what if all the people you met there were people you didn't like?

I think it is important to remind people of the extent of our free will.

There's a kind of acting that goes on in my head when I'm writing a character where I put myself in their place.

They made us participate in their own madness, because we couldn't help but retrace their steps, rethink their thoughts, and see that none of them led to us.

What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.

You begin always knowing nothing. You remain forever an amateur, a first timer.