I want what we all want," said Carl. "To move certain parts of the interior of myself into the exterior world, to see if they can be embraced.

So much of the effort that goes into writing prose for me is about making sentences that capture the music that I'm hearing in my head. It takes a lot of work, writing, writing, and rewriting to get the music exactly the way you want it to be.

In the sea of words, the in print is foam, surf bubbles riding the top. And it's a dark sea, and deep, where divers need lights on their helmets and would perish at the lower depths.

You could grow up in the city where history was made and still miss it all.

One of the things that novels have tended not to concentrate on over the centuries is the fact that people read books.

I'm a serial deconstructor of my own authority in certain areas.

Consensual reality is both fragile and elastic, and it heals like the skin of a bubble.