I wonder how many ways there are for a mother to produce that wreckage in her own daughter, and my muscles tense as I think of them.

There are so many people in the world, and I want to know them all but I don’t even know my next-door neighbor’s name.

I say too much of what, he says too much of everything, too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things for there to be too much of, there is too much to know and I don't know where to begin but I want to try.

Now that I've had a book published, it is quite validating, but a bit embarrassing.

You must always look with both of your eyes and listen with both of your ears. He says this is a very big world and there are many many things you could miss if you are not careful. There are remarkable things all the time, right in front of us, but our eyes have like the clouds over the sun and our lives are paler and poorer if we do not see them for what they are. If nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?

The whole city stopped - And this is a pause worth savouring, because the world will soon be complicated again.

Last week I was just someone who had had a first novel published.