I’ve always been uninterested in boundaries or quarantines between tastes and types, between mediums and genres.

I want to write books that can be read a hundred years from now, and readers wouldn't be bogged down by irrelevant details.

My heart and the elevator, a plummet inside a plummet.

Yet I'm making a book and I'm going to care immensely about what words get bound in the pages, and I want the object to look good. I won't believe in it and it won't be real to me until there's a finished book I can hold.

I suppose in a way most of my characters are non-consumers, not terribly interested in all the little baubles and artifacts of contemporary life.

I’ve always been uninterested in boundaries or quarantines between tastes and types, between mediums and genres.

I'm not planning what I listen to, except when I think the music can guide me to some emotional place I want to be reminded of.