We're all well-acquainted with depression, we all know what the low moods are, but the mania was not something I knew much about. I didn't know that it would make someone dress extravagantly or start to pun, and to stay up and drink.

The mind self-edits. The mind airbrushes. It's a different thing to be inside a body than outside. From outside, you can look, inspect, compare. From inside there is no comparison.

It took courage to let things fall apart so beautifully.

I'm hopefully making the reader feel a lot about the characters and then about their own life.

He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light.

I have a lot of novels that I haven't finished. I usually get 150 pages in and I realize it's not going anywhere. I don't publish everything I write. I must have six unfinished novels at least.

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.