First, he says, you have to go out into the world. This is not a simple matter of going outside one's door. No, that is simply going out. That's what one does when one is on the way to the store to buy a loaf of bread, some cheese, and a bottle of wine. When one goes out into the world, one is shedding preconceptions of past paths and ideas of past paths, and trying to move freely through an unsubstantiated and new geography.

Sunday was always the best of days for being the self you had intended to be, but were not, for one reason or another.

I have a very basic notion of the structure the book might have - that's mostly it. The rest is luck and happenstance.

I don't think anything needs to happen in a book.

I don't start with an idea or concept in the sense that I flesh out an idea or concept and set it at the center of something.

I believe in discovering the love that exists and then trying to understand it. Not to invent a love and try to make it exist, but to find what does exist, and then to see what it is.

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