Being somewhere but not completely: that was home for Danny. . . . All he needed was a cellphone or I-access, or both at once, or even just a plan to leave wherever he was and go someplace else really really soon.

...water laughing softly down a black stone wall.

He looks tired, like someone walked on his skin and left footprints.

One area I have a huge amount of trouble in is writing about myself. I get a heavy, almost depressed feeling.

She looks like someone I want to know, or maybe even be.

I write fiction longhand. That's not so much about rejecting technology as being unable to write fiction on a computer for some reason. I don't think I would write it on a typewriter either. I write in a very blind gut instinctive way. It just doesn't feel right. There's a physical connection. And then in nonfiction that's not the case at all. I can't even imagine writing nonfiction by hand.

That we have some history together that hasn’t happened yet.