This is what happens when you live in dreams, he thought: you dream this and you dream that and you sleep right through your life.

I think suspense should be like any other color on a writers palette. I suppose Im in the minority but I think its crazy for literary fiction to divorce itself from stories that are suspenseful, and assign anything with cops or spies or criminals to some genre ghetto.

Some memories remain close; you can shut your eyes and find yourself back in them. But there are second-person memories, too, distant you memories, and these are trickier: you watch yourself in disbelief.

The stories tend to be what I work on when I'm stuck. Something will just pop into my head and I'll think that's more of a story.

He thought it might be the most intimate thing possible, to fall asleep next to someone in the afternoon.

He considered it a shame when people couldn't grasp the infinite-a failure not just of imagination but of simple vision.

I come from a newspaper background, so maybe Im attuned to current events.