I am clearer in my mind and a bit less confused than I used to be.

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.

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 read books for pleasure, but in desperation.

I'd say writing is easier for me now than it once was, but I do less of it.

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

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.