Life, he thought, is a blatant act of imagination.

Then she smiled, and in that instant, if such a thing were possible, Pasquale fell in love, and he would remain in love for the rest of his life--not so much with the woman, whom he didn't even know, but with the moment.

There was a time when self-promotion was considered so verboten, especially for authors.

I don't know a family that isn't touched by some sort of addiction.

Yes, what is it like? Certainly not like she dreamed. But maybe that's okay. We want what we want. At home, she works herself into a frenzy worrying about what she isn't--and perhaps loses track of just where she is.

I realized the structure in a collection is how they're put together. Structuring the collection became the art of it for me. Because the stories had all been written.

If a police officer arrests a mime, does he need to tell him he has the right to remain silent.