I met someone who lives in an elevator.

I learned to write fiction the way I learned to read fiction - by skipping the parts that bored me.

I hate libraries for the way they put stickers on things. I don't approve of folding over pages, or of writing in books. God, forget scissors - that's beyond the pale.

The level at which my OCD enters my writing process isn't that I slap the keyboard - it's more along the lines of a compulsive need to swap syllables around, rework words and sentences - I revise for the pleasure and satisfaction of it, rather than out of a sense of duty.

I hate feeling too complacent when I write. I like to be solving new problems.

It was often this way, life consisted of a series of false beginnings, bluff declarations of arrival to destinations not even glimpsed.

I plan less and less. It's a great benefit of writing lots, that you get good at holding long narratives in your head like a virtual space.