I'm certainly eclectic in my writing.

And because he felt like he might burst open and because he lacked the dexterity in English to say all that he was thinking--how in his estimation, the more you lived the more regret and longing you suffered, that life was a glorious catastrophe--Pasquale Tursi said, only, "Yes.

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

There are only two good outcomes for a quest like this, the hope of the serendipitous savant — sail for Asia and stumble on America — and the hope of scarecrows and tin men: that you find out you had the thing you sought all along.

And even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?

The form is so malleable and can do so many things.

I'm certainly eclectic in my writing.