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.

Dieting fooled you into thinking you could control your life.

and she had succeeded, on the second try, in hurling herself out of the world

He remained heartbroken, which meant one of two things: either his love was pure and true and earthshakingly significant; or he was addicted to feeling forlorn, he liked being heartbroken.

I know that attaching memories to books may be going out of the world, but while it lasts, it's a strong record of your life.

But I care about the reader, and I'm trying to keep the reader's attention for as long as I can.

But in the end it wasn't up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we're born.