A book can just be a description of a stick being snapped in half. If the reader is brought to feel the plight of the stick, well, you can imagine what that would be like.

I have a different purpose in writing each novel. Some of them seem more similar than others, but the purposes are always different.

The old man began to sing. His voice was very lovely and obviously a part of something that the world had disposed of in its haste, evidence of a grander, kinder past.

Different times and different structures make more sense at one point in life than at another.

A person always has a chance to protest this or that.

As far as ideas about book design: I have plenty. But I also try and let people do their jobs.

That would be the death of anyone - to recognize false hopes with a certainty. One mustn't know that. If it is offered, refuse!