Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.

When I'm creating a character, it's a little bit like what my theater teachers used to tell me about Stanislavsky, like if you're using sense memory to do a scene - if you have to cry in a scene, you try to remember something in your life that made you cry and you use that in order to get the tears.

I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It's not the best way to live. But it's the way I am.

We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.

Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.

It was something every child knew how to do, maintain a direct and full connection with the world. Somehow you forgot about it as you grew up, and had to learn it again.

If love were endless, if it were on tap, it wouldn't hit us the way it does. And we certainly wouldn't write about it.