I don't trust happiness. I turn it over as if it were a glass at a flea market or a rug at a souk, looking for chipped rims or loose threads.

My publisher feels that my readers are loyal to the voice of my stories, the characters I'm creating.

You move forward because thats the way it works; thats the only place you can go.

I love it when people ask who my influences are... or what my favorite part of my last book was... or the last great book I read.

This is the meanest thing anyone’s ever done to me,” I said, through my tear-clogged throat. “I want you to know that.” But even as the words were leaving my mouth, I knew it wasn’t true. In the grand, historical scheme of things, my father leaving us was doubtlessly worse. Which is one of the many things that sucked about my father?? he forever robbed me of the possibility of telling another man, This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, and meaning it.

The idea you can tell a writer of a specific religion to stop writing about that religion is presumptuous.

I think I'm much more comfortable talking about other books than my own!