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

You probably have to trust that your work is following certain themes and certain movements, but then the rest is a kind of piecing together so that the whole becomes larger than the parts.

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

His life was two lives now: the life he would have and the life he would forever wonder about.

He found himself in habiting the vast, empty plateau where most people live, between boredom and contentment.

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.